Xu Zimo's gaze met the statue's, as though they had crossed millions upon millions of years to meet once more.
The statue depicted a Young Man dressed in a black, belted robe.
Faint devilish aura surged around him, while his long hair draped naturally behind his back.
His eyes were pitch-black, brimming with Demonic Will. In his slender hands, he held a lotus flower.
The lotus had five petals, each one lifelike, as though it were truly blooming.
Several words were written in a twisted script upon the Young Man's black belted robe.
However, due to the passage of too much time, the writing had long since worn away beyond recognition.
"Who is this?" Xu Zimo asked Jiuyou as he looked at it.
"I don't know either. He was probably some great expert of the Devil Race," Jiuyou replied.
"You don't know? You should at least know who forged this statue," Xu Zimo said.
"I don't know that either. When God-Demon City was established, this Devil Race statue and the God Race statue to the north were already standing on this land," Jiuyou replied.
"The matters of the God-Demon Battlefield are too ancient. There isn't much that we know."
Xu Zimo nodded. After giving the statue several long looks, he left.
After the two left God-Demon City, they headed directly east.
The God-Demon Battlefield lay north of God-Demon City, within an independent space.
Rather than calling it an independent space, it would be more accurate to call it a Small World.
This Small World was boundlessly vast and had once been the most supreme place on Eternal Continent.
Unfortunately, after the Gods and Devils vanished, this place gradually declined as well.
After Xu Zimo and Jiuyou had walked for an hour, they finally arrived before the Space Gate leading