The Moth Demon King could no longer answer their expectations.
He had originally swept through all the way, holding every advantage. First Yuan Luxian had suddenly appeared, then martial monk Qu Hu had charged out, yet neither had halted his advance.
Who would have thought that the last remaining young man of the seventh realm would unleash terrifying divine lightning that even he could not withstand?
Dragon God Pearl.
This most precious treasure left behind by the ancient Dragon God finally bloomed with its might at this moment.
Yuan Luxian, lying heavily wounded on the ground nearby, watched this scene as his pupils constricted sharply. He could not help feeling thankful that he had kept a clear head and not turned traitor. Chu Liang had been holding a trump card all along. If he had harbored ill intent when the restrictions had just been removed, he would likely have been the one taking that blow.
Of course, the reason he had devoted himself so wholeheartedly to helping Chu Liang could not possibly have been entirely because of the promised benefits. It was because he clearly understood that the Demon Race's advantage was only temporary; outside Tianbei Prison, the righteous path was surely still the ruler of the world.
If he performed well, he might yet see daylight again. But if he took the chance to stir up trouble, there was no need to think about it—the Moth Demon King might be able to carve out a bloody path after causing such chaos, but that did not mean he could do the same.
With such thoughts in mind, he had helped Chu Liang with all his strength.
The facts proved that his choice seemed to have been the right one.
When the divine lightning dispersed, the Moth Demon King had already