Ou Zhizi gazed at the pitch-black livestream and let out a soft sigh.
He actually quite liked Li Xiao as a streamer. Compared with streamers who courted death purely for the sake of courting death, he preferred watching Li Xiao's shows.
The secrets of the Ancient Demon Pit, the legendary Artisan God, the Artisan God's Vault, the Abyssal Will, the Evil God Gu...
Ordinary people might find watching a special forces soldier take on a lion or tiger thrilling enough, but to someone as powerful as Ou Zhizi, it was utterly tasteless.
Even when other streamers genuinely escaped death by a hair's breadth, their performances were really nothing but mind-numbingly dull monkey shows to him.
He could hardly get excited because some streamer challenged a dragon with merely second-rate strength, nor did he have any interest in watching streamers get killed.
He had seen far too much killing. The passing of a life was not enough to stir his nerves.
Why did Li Xiao's shows attract so many viewers? Why did even those harboring malice stay, cursing him to hurry up and die while remaining unable to tear themselves away?
The reason was very simple: Li Xiao's shows were too extraordinary.
Everything he encountered in the Ancient Demon Pit, Gu Guizong's subsequent appearance, and even Aiona's resurrection were major events capable of affecting the Myriad Realms. This was truly high-end content, beyond anything those vulgar streamers could offer.
Unfortunately, even the best show had to end sometime. Ou Zhizi knew all too well how terrifying the Treasurelight Pixiu was.
Li Xiao could not possibly survive.
Yet Ou Zhizi did not immediately leave the blacked-out livestream. He was still waiting for a miracle. At least the stream had not disappeared yet. Perhaps Li Xiao would turn it back on in