Looking back, it was all like a fairyland.

He single-handedly stopped most of the Demon Alliance's main forces, and this one was qualified. He was not only the pinnacle of existence, but also the master of all demons. He was Kunpeng.

Initially, the primordial gods created the demon race merely as food, mounts, and playthings. But as the demon race grew in size, it deviated from the original intentions of the primordial gods, becoming savage and frenzied. Therefore, the primordial gods believed that the demon race needed to be governed and educated. And it was precisely for this reason that a supreme being took up this heavy stick.

He was Kunpeng, whose status was incomparably high. This influence flowed through his bloodline, creating an instinctive fear, as if encountering a natural enemy. It could be said that all the ancestors seen in the demon race's bloodline tracing back to their origins were descended from this man.

The moment they saw Kunpeng, they felt like they were facing a formidable enemy.

Even though Kunpeng left, even though tens of thousands of years have passed, this fear still exists.

The old goat wore a bitter smile; he knew he wouldn't have such good luck. This time, things probably wouldn't end well. Sure enough, among these numerous primordial deities, there was a supreme being hidden. Even more despairing was that this being had silently broken through the barrier erected by the immortal and divine paths and entered the world.

They found them quietly, which could no longer be described as bad luck, especially at this critical moment when all the sects were ready to fight.

It seems that they are the only ones in the world who can fight.

They hadn't expected to encounter a situation even worse than the Dragon Clan. The Dragon Clan was fighting for water power, while they were suppressing their bloodline. This old monster had truly calculated things.

The old goat asked himself, could he hold the other man back? The answer was uncertain. So, he had no choice but to bite the bullet.

The drive to survive constantly transformed into fighting spirit. The old goat's eyes hardened as he realized this. Since there was no way to settle the situation peacefully, he could only follow the dragons' example and fight tooth and nail. Whether it was good or bad, only by trying could he know. After all, he was the master of all monsters, and today, he, the old goat, was going to fight you!

Kunpeng watched with interest the changes in the faces of the demons, and chuckled: "You seem quite surprised to see me?" Then he looked at the chaotic battle in the sky.

"You were actually planning to go too, weren't you? Since that's the case, come on! Let me see how much you've changed after ten thousand years."

Faced with Kunpeng's challenge, the old goat and the other demons exchanged glances, unanimously agreeing. Demons inherently harbor rebellion, especially when faced with such desperate circumstances and no other options. Kunpeng shouldn't have immediately denied the demons all their options. If the demons had a choice, they wouldn't choose the most difficult and dangerous path.

However, when all other options are cut off and they are left with no other options, the intense desire to survive compels them to fight. This is sometimes called the struggle of a trapped beast, and it reflects the ferocity of the demon race, which has never evolved from savagery to wisdom.

You know, beasts are the most ferocious when they're hungry. They can even overcome the fear in their blood. They'll do anything, and fear is nothing compared to the desire to survive.

So the war started in an instant.

Of course, there are also demons who excel against dragons, such as Old Goat, a Half-Step Peak. His attacks are significantly stronger than those below the Peak. After years of development, the demon clan's strength has grown significantly. Besides Luo Zhi, the Crowned Monkey King, Yue Shanque, Lin Yiyang, and Chu Shanjun have all reached the realms of Demon Venerable, surpassing Great Demon. It can be said that this is a period of rapid development.

Of course, the main reason was the revival of the world, or perhaps the time had arrived. These demon lords, along with the old goat, a half-step peak being, though it was somewhat difficult to deal with a peak being, especially one of high status and powerful among the peaks, were not completely powerless.

The battle was about to begin. As the Lord of the North Sea, Kunpeng's strength was unparalleled. A vortex like a vortex surrounded him. It was the wind of the North Sea, and also the turbulent flow of the laws.

The first to strike was the old goat. He struck with all his might, shaking the earth with a single movement. A mountain range rose from the ground, and amidst the shattering rock emerged a bizarre stone statue with four heads and six arms. Its eight hands held a sword in one, a bell in the other, a fist in the other, a palm in the other, a flower in the other, spring in the other, and a palm in the other, a mighty power.

These eight hands are the manifestations of the old goat god, immortal, demon and warrior.

Vines and forests spread over it, and as several cores like the sun burned on its chest, eight pairs of eyes opened.

The arm holding the sword slashed down at Kunpeng. The stone sword fell, shards flying, revealing its silver characters. The sword shone with a cold, unbridled edge, possessing the power to annihilate everything.

"Well done!" Kunpeng's eyes were full of admiration, admiration for a sword strike capable of cleaving the universe. He raised his hand and threw a punch to meet it. An extremely cold vortex condensed in his hand, forming a black hole that could even devour time.

The noise caused by the collision of fist and sword was instantly noticed by everyone.

Many people's faces changed. This kind of fluctuation, another peak-level being, who was engaging him? Could there be another hidden being within the world? No, it didn't seem like a peak-level being. This aura was complex, yet it was commanding. Although they didn't know who it was, they smelled the scent of demons in this power. Such a being actually existed among the demons!!

Many people turned their gazes towards the fox tribe that still appeared in the sky. In fact, not all the demon tribes were blocked.

"Demon Alliance!" A nine-tailed fox fought against a primordial deity, the battle shattering the heavens. A torrent of destruction and demonic blood bloomed across the sky. As she answered, the nine-tailed fox used her demonic body to withstand the terrifying onslaught, tearing a piece of flesh from the primordial deity, bathing in divine blood to be reborn—elegance and savagery coexisting.

"Sigh, I hope they can hold on!" A powerful immortal glanced back, then turned his gaze back to the increasing number of returning primordial deities. His spiritual energy swirled around him; they were about to face a tough battle. The situation in the heavens was far from optimistic either.

The same applies to the world at large. Every capable being strives for this. This is a battlefield between eras, from which no one can escape or remain uninvolved. There are only two outcomes: either they win, and this era will belong entirely to them; or they lose, and the primordial gods will once again reign supreme over all living beings.

Fortunately, the creatures of this era are still exerting their strength. After the immortal sect spirit palace, the powerful independent cultivators have all come to an end.