Above an endless mountain range, an utterly terrifying battle between Transcendent God-tier powerhouses was raging...
On one side stood an old man in azure robes, and on the other, a middle-aged man in white robes.
Their battle was ferocious. Mountain after mountain was razed to the ground, while the surrounding space continually shattered and reformed...
"Old man, I'm curious what gave you the nerve to act. You can hold me back for a while, but you can't do anything to me. Once you die, your Human Race is finished!"
"That's none of your concern. Even if I die, more powerhouses will rise among our Human Race. You Otherworldly Demons want to wipe us out? Dream on!" the azure-robed old man snorted.
"Really? You old fossils are stepping in one after another. It seems something really has changed within your Human Race. Let me guess-it has to do with those people who suddenly appeared..."
"Hahaha! Where do you think they came from? Could there be countless more humans like them waiting to appear?" the azure-robed old man laughed.
At his words, the white-robed man immediately frowned...
Although he knew there couldn't be many powerhouses like that, the appearance of those few people genuinely puzzled him. There was no way people that powerful could have remained completely unknown before...
Moreover, the way they acted was entirely different from these humans. They really did seem to have come from somewhere else, which put him on his guard...
Glancing at the old man before him, the white-robed man smiled. "Humans are nothing but food for us Otherworldly Demons. In the end, we'll devour them all. What difference does it make how many more appear?"
"Hmph. One day, our Human Race will wipe you out completely. And I believe that day isn't far off..."
"Heh.