The ghostly white light fell on Li Qi.
The body enveloped by demonic aura and killing intent seemed to pause for a moment. The Demon King's Wings ceased their frantic flapping, the demonic pattern on the body stopped spreading, and the intense killing intent in the blood-red eyes slightly diminished.
"It's working!"
Xiong's eyes brightened suddenly, and his voice was suppressed to a whisper, as if afraid of disturbing something.
Terreda's tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and Old Ghost's brows also relaxed a bit.
However, before they could be happy for long—
"Die! Die! Die for me!"
Li Qi suddenly let out a more violent roar, a hoarse sound unlike a human voice, as if squeezed out from the depths of hell. The blood-red in his eyes did not fade; instead, it intensified. The demonic aura on his body exploded like ignited flames, causing the ground around him to crack like a spider web.
