"Heads, heads!"
On the battlefield of Buzhou Mountain, every time the Slaughter Demon God stood there, the Purple Gold Crown from the Nine Heavens would fly above his head.
The Slaughter Demon God could only repeatedly be forced into self-destruction.
The Demon God's head rolled through the air, blood splattering across the battlefield, soaking the boundless territories.
"Roar roar!!"
Numerous fierce beasts licked the blood of the Slaughter Demon God, their eyes turning crimson, becoming increasingly frenzied.
They surged like waves to the Qilin Holy Cliff, battling with the Cloud Deer, warring with the Gray Wolf, wrestling with Lions, contending with the White Tiger, warring with the Qilin...
"Pangu, damn it, I don't want my head anymore!"
The Slaughter Demon God kept severing his own head, yet he still couldn't free himself from the influence of the Purple Gold Crown.
