"How dare you! You're courting death!"
As Li Hao's sword light flew out, an enraged voice suddenly rang out from the void.
Immediately afterward, something tore through the air toward him-a Golden Feather.
The feather shot through the void without warning, as fast as a flash of lightning.
By the time Li Hao saw it, it was already before his face, about to pierce his eye.
I can't block it!
Li Hao's pupils contracted. All the blood in his body seemed to freeze. In that instant, death drew near, and he had never felt its shadow so clearly.
But in the next instant, the feather vanished.
An aged hand scooped it away like someone fishing the moon from the seabed. The movement looked exceedingly gentle and slow, trailing afterimages, yet it had snatched the feather away in an instant.
A figure appeared before Li Hao, dressed in a plain gray robe, with an ordinary, worn wooden hairpin in his hair. His back, however, was perfectly straight. It was Feng Boping, who had been following him in secret.
Li Hao snapped out of his shock. His expression changed sharply as he hurriedly looked ahead. A figure dressed entirely in black had appeared like a phantom above the Lesser Demon King's head at some unknown moment, icy fury burning in his eyes.
"A Demon King crossing the border. You really don't want to live anymore."
Feng Boping regarded him with an indifferent gaze and clenched his hand. The feather, shimmering with wondrous divine light, went dark and crumbled in his palm.
"Uncle Gao!"
The Ten Thousand Mountains Little Demon King also came to his senses and hurriedly called out to the black-robed man.
"Now that I've acted, all of you must die!"
Murderous intent blazed in the black-robed man's eyes. Towering demonic