"Will you participate in this war, Tong Shuai?" Lu Hong asked curiously, wondering if Tong Shuai could manage to disorient the lion completely.
Facing Lu Hong's expectation, Tong Shuai shook his head, "No."
"After all, the Gold Lion is still a formidable young generation fighter. For an old monster like me who has lived for tens of thousand of years to strike at him, wouldn't that be bullying the younger?"
"Tens of thousand of years?!" Lu Hong was shocked. What concept is tens of thousand of years? That's even more ferocious than Caesar!
"What? Surprised? Demon King Yan has lived even longer than I have, over fifty thousand years," Tong Shuai laughed. "However, not all from the Saint Demon lineage can live to this age, only those demons with purer bloodlines can live longer. In fact, aside from me and Demon King Yan, mostly everyone's lifespan in our demon race is around five thousand years."
