Even a being on the Evil Spirit King's level could not help flying into a rage at Li Xinghe's words.
His True Form possessed his Clone's memories, so the fury his Clone had felt when he died had passed to him in full.
Now he desperately needed to vent it.
Yet Li Xinghe showed no fear and stood there mocking him.
"Evil Spirit King, you cowardly turtle have hidden underground for countless years, too afraid to even poke your head out."
"Why didn't you come out and show off back when the Lord of Primordial was around?"
"Oh, I'd forgotten. He nearly beat you to death."
Li Xinghe's words dripped with provocation. He seemed not to care that his opponent was an Eternal Realm powerhouse.
The Primordial Beings were stunned. Was this man trying to get himself killed?
He knew the Evil Spirit King's True Form was an Eternal Realm powerhouse, yet he still dared provoke him like this.
Was he not afraid the Evil Spirit King would tear him limb from limb?
Only Di Wujiang understood. Li Xinghe was deliberately stoking the Evil Spirit King's fury. How else could he get him to take the lightning for him?
Sure enough, the Evil Spirit King, still deep underground, was furious.
Gray mist erupted from the Abyss, hurling Di Wujiang and the others away.
Everyone was shocked. This was the Evil Spirit King's true strength.
Single-handedly, he had driven all of them back with ease.
If Di Wujiang and the World-Ending Millstone had not borne the brunt of it, most of them would have died on the spot.
"Leave this area, now," Di Wujiang ordered.
This time, no one dared linger. The Evil Spirit King's True Form had arrived. If they did not flee, death was their only way out.
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