A Demon God, an Immortal, suppressed for billions of years, yet didn't perish?
Everyone who heard this news instantly felt a chill creeping up their spine.
It seemed as though a cold shiver rushed straight up their back, waking their minds.
Especially when they looked at the Demon Corpse lying somewhere unknown, suddenly feeling as if it had started to breathe, every breath bringing forth a massive tide, with each piece of scale armor trembling, ready to wake from this void at any moment.
As for the 'Immortal,' it almost formed the entire ancient relic, as if the land under everyone's feet was part of the Immortal.
"No… it can't be?"
Yuan Ling'er was truly frightened, her face pale.
She was only sixteen or seventeen, delicately carved, and had experienced some storms in the Ancient Realm during childhood.
