The Demon Mountain Continent.
The sun was setting, and the afterglow shone on a figure.
At the edge of the cliff, Chu Zhou was dressed in blood-red clothes. His body was like a black hole as he absorbed the cosmic energy with all his might to make up for his consumption.
Blood gushed out, and the pain was like a tide.
Chu Zhou's gaze was calm, completely unaware.
"They must have some way to quickly locate me. Otherwise, every time I appear, someone will quickly find me and not give me any time to recover."
Chu Zhou thought about his encounters in the past two days and fell into deep thought.
Over the past two days, the five pinnacle tribes and other factions had launched a large-scale siege on him.
Apart from Universe Nobility, the various factions also sent a large number of Universe Lords and World Overlords to surround him.
Universe Lords and World Overlords were very difficult to threaten him.