Alas, be more careful in the next life

At that moment, the aura of the demon god's corpse began to change.

He walked step by step toward the Sacred Dragon Emperor. The deathly aura spilling from his body poured into the World Sea below, swiftly turning this region into a ghostly land of death.

The gigantic axe in his hand was a supreme treasure of the Great Dao that he had refined in life. After the erosion of time and the fall of its master, the axe was already badly damaged, its power reduced by half—yet it remained a supreme treasure.

The demon god stood bare-chested, shaped like a giant ten thousand zhang tall. Yet as his chest rose and fell, a split could faintly be seen there. Through that crack, a massive mouth bristling with savage fangs repeatedly opened and shut, devouring countless living souls and lingering spirits. The sight sent chills down one's spine.

His face was savage, his eyes gray-white and deathly still, devoid of even a trace of life or spirit. His withered yellow hair streamed wildly around him, like dragons and serpents.

Dragging his giant axe along, the demon god split the World Sea apart with every step, revealing the void and chaos beneath.

Each step carried heaps of corpses and the lives of ten thousand beings.

"Sacred Dragon Emperor, bring out every trump card you have!"

In the Primeval Great World now, only the Sacred Dragon Emperor and the Sacred Emperor were willing to step forward.

The Sacred Emperor spoke, his tone incomparably grave. The Sacred Dragon Emperor likewise drew a deep breath and faced the demon god ahead, the pressure in his heart immense.

They were already the final hope of the Primeval Great World. The battlefield could not continue to spread; otherwise, even if they won, this world would no