Futian traveled through the prehistoric world and became one of the Three Evils of Pangu, known as the Evil Ancestor.
It's a time of great catastrophe by ferocious beasts.
The innate gods and demons are fighting endlessly with the beast clan.
The vast land is filled with mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and broken souls are everywhere.
"Jiejiejie..."
"So many wild souls!"
"Ancestor, I have never fought such a rich battle!"
The corners of Futian's mouth raised crazily, and he took out the black-smoking Ten Thousand Souls Banner from the library.
After the news spread, Honghuang exploded.
Hongjun cursed angrily: "The evil devil has a crooked way, and all souls will find it and kill him!"
Luo Hu was shocked: "Refining souls, devouring blood, and turning bones into a dragon. Compared to this, I am still too good!"
Sanqing gasped: "Fellow Taoist, please stop! This is not the right way!"
A group of innate gods and demons: "I don't want to have to go through three tribulations after death!"
Woohoo...
The frightened Houtian spirit cried and said: "Great, it's the evil ancestor, we can't be saved!"
