Sun God Temple.
Celestial Weave Pavilion.
Heavenly Emperor Yi He sat upright on his throne, the massive Sunlight Divine Mirror suspended behind his head. The light and heat of the Golden Crow radiated outward, filling every corner of the main hall.
Golden energy surged over his own dark-fiery armor, resembling flames burning on his shoulders.
A massive rune on the left side of his face flickered with strange fluctuations.
"Are you truly dead-set on fighting me to the bitter end?" Yi He asked with an icy expression.
At that moment, he felt the threat of death. Outside the Sun God Temple, the four forces of water, fire, wind, and thunder gathered continuously. Their increasingly intense presence exerted massive pressure on his heart.
The combination of water, fire, wind, and thunder could directly synthesize the Celestial Weave Power.
This power could contend with the Sunlight Divine Mirror in his hands, which meant his greatest source of confidence would vanish.
"Shining Demon Beast!"
"Why must you do this?"
"The only ones I want to kill are Kua Fu and those fellows; you have no need to meddle in this."
"You are a demon. Even if I exterminate the human race, it has nothing to do with you." Yi He's tone softened, as he wanted to first stabilize the formidable enemy before him.
"Do not forget, the one who originally ordered the pursuit of you demons was the Sun God."
"Gonggong and Kua Fu exerted quite a bit of effort back then." Yi He deliberately brought up past grudges, attempting to sow discord.
Wang Ming shook his head and said, "Do not bother peddling that glib tongue of yours here to me. I started out with just a mouth, and all my gear came from bluffing."
"However..." Wang Ming feigned the appearance of