"Cang God, is this the place?" the woman from the Netherworld Palace asked indifferently.
The old man riding backward on a green ox raised his head and gazed deeply at this stretch of heaven and earth.
Scarlet firelight reflected across the horizon as clumps of flame condensed from molten lava fell through the air.
The thunderous booms intertwined with the dense Black Mist, as though the entire world were being turned upside down.
"The Altar of All Beings vanished here. It should be here," Cang God said.
At that moment, many figures came flying through the air from the horizon. At a glance, there were nearly a hundred of them.
And even more people were continuously rushing over from behind.
"A Divine King who has not appeared in ten thousand years has descended. Something major must have happened in our God-Demon Battlefield."
"Who knows? Let's watch first. Even Cang God has come. Two Divine Kings at once—this is enough to punch a hole in the sky."
"If there really is some great opportunity, they may eat the meat, but we should at least get a sip of the soup."
The people around them were discussing among themselves.
These people were all from God-Demon City, including some who had come to the God-Demon Battlefield to train.
As more and more beings gathered here,
many still had no idea why the Divine Kings had descended.
But no matter what, there was nothing wrong with following the crowd to watch the excitement.
After all, Divine Kings did not appear for ten thousand years. Even catching a glimpse of one was something many people pursued their entire lives.
"Ancestor, should we disperse these people?" someone from the Netherworld Palace suggested as he looked at the spectators around them.
"Why disperse them? This time,