Qingzhou Battlefield.
After witnessing the tragic end of the Thunder Spirit Venerable.
The Peacock King and others were devastated, a faint, despairing smile appeared on their faces.
They regarded the Human Race as mere blood food, often slaughtering cities and exterminating clans, treating humans like livestock.
Yet they'd never dreamt that the Human Race would one day turn the tables!
"You fools, snap out of it."
"As long as there are green hills, there will be wood to burn. We must find a way to break through!"
The Demon God Ancestor roared unwillingly.
He did not want to die, nor could he die here.
As the strongest of the present age, he had neither become immortal nor received news from the powerful figures of the Demon Race.
He couldn't die subdued in the hands of some insignificant brat without even knowing their name!
