In the midst of the torrential rain, Li Muyang grew more and more weary as he fought.
He was eventually driven into a corner of the battlefield, standing together with Mo Xianzi.
Above them, the sky swarmed with the flashing lights of more than three hundred fleeing figures, evolving into giant Demon God illusions, blocking any retreat.
The massive blood pupil floating in the dark high sky above looked down at him indifferently, as if gazing upon a mere ant.
With his vitality drained, the Ancestor of Demon Refinement stood amidst the throng of his three avatars in the void, watching Li Muyang, who was pushed to a dead end, with a cold stare.
He seemed to want to say something mocking.
However, amid the raging storm, Li Muyang suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"Hahaha…"
This abrupt laughter brought a moment of silence to the tense atmosphere.
The Ancestor of Demon Refinement frowned and looked at Li Muyang, asking, "What are you laughing at?"