"Cough, cough!"
Egotistical Dao Lord coughed violently a few times, spitting out the blood that filled his trachea, chest, and lungs. His avatar had almost truly died just moments before, and having coughed up some stagnant blood, he finally felt a bit more comfortable as he raised his head to glance at the figure suspended in the void in the distance, a thick look of dread flashing through his eyes.
He had not expected that a battle which should have been completely secure would capsize, and at this moment he no longer looked at Wang Ming with the gaze of a senior looking at a junior, nor did he retain any of that mentality of toying with lesser prey; instead, he treated Wang Ming with the seriousness due to an opponent of the exact same rank.
The look of dread in Egotistical Dao Lord's eyes was also mixed with confusion, and he doubted inwardly, Is that demonic brat Senran really this monstrous?
Or could it be... that the Senran before my eyes is actually Celestial Demon Old Gui?
Egotistical Dao Lord took a deep look at Wang Ming, his gaze seeming to pierce through Wang Ming's flesh and blood to see through the secrets within Wang Ming's heart, though unfortunately his gaze lacked such a function.
Half a quarter of an hour later, he let out a long sigh, a look of discouragement appearing on his face, and as his gaze swept over the three figures gathered around him, he couldn't help letting out a wry smile.
The reason he had been able to survive just then was entirely because three more Dao Lord avatars had arrived.
The newly appeared Dao Lords certainly were not warm-hearted individuals who would draw their swords to render aid upon seeing an injustice, and