"How many times have you experienced such fierce battles and encirclements back in the day?"
The Demon Idol stood motionless, yet its strong will radiated outward.
At the peak of a mountain on par with the Demon Idol's Steel mask, Blood Vulture Dominant Fist stood alone, his aged face wearing a faint smile. He turned his head, surveying the Ultimate Dark Entities gathered from all directions, the wrinkles at the corner of his eyes slowly trembling.
"I can't remember..."
"Back then, it wasn't peaceful like it is now. Nowadays, each Ultimate Dark Entity and Saint Fist are restraining each other, and most ultimate beings have difficulty moving freely. But in my active days, the World of Calamities was absolutely chaotic and disordered, filled with battles and flames of war everywhere. Fighting non-stop, killing non-stop..."
"Heh heh..." He let out a cold laugh, "I really do miss it a bit."
