The black Shield shattered in an instant.
The Demon King's Wings were pierced through by the thunder light.
Li Qi's body was completely engulfed by the thunder light.
At that moment, Xiong's face turned pale.
Terreda took half a step forward, then forcibly stopped himself.
The Old Ghost's eyes snapped open, the blood light in the Ghost King's Blood Eyes blazing.
Ran Tu stared fixedly ahead.
Then—
The thunder light dispersed.
A dark silhouette stood where he had been.
His clothes were already in tatters, his whole body charred black and covered in blood. The Demon King's Wings drooped weakly behind him, his body trembling slightly, as if he might collapse at any moment.
But he did not fall.
He stood.
Li Qi slowly lifted his head, a smile appearing on his charred face. Though ragged, that smile was incomparably brilliant.
"I… endured it."
His voice was hoarse, yet carried a kind of exhilaration of surviving a great calamity.
