First Grade Golden Core

"Heh."

Li Mu first chuckled softly, then burst into roaring laughter. The stone ceiling and walls of the grotto trembled and shed dust.

Suddenly, his smiling face turned cold, and he said in a deep voice:

"You don't understand anything at all, and you know nothing! Little Demon, judging by your appearance, you're no more than twenty years old. Why come to the Demon Realm and wade into these muddy waters just to die?"

He sighed and waved his hand.

Whoosh, whoosh!

The five figures behind him, each resembling a demon god, transformed into black light and flew to Li Mu's side. They all watched Ding Ling with murderous intent.

Ding Ling frowned, thinking:

Li Mu and the others are perfectly lucid, yet they willingly fell and became demon creatures! Perhaps their souls have already been twisted by their demonic nature, driving them insane and making them forget their true identities!

With that thought, Ding Ling casually asked:

"Have you forgotten the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan? Have you forgotten that you were once gods?"

"Whether we've forgotten or not is none of your business."

Li Mu shook the long spear in his hand and thrust it toward Ding Ling.

"But you're a member of the human race, yet you dared to enter the Demon Realm alone! If we let you escape, wouldn't that make us Demon Realm guards look utterly incompetent? Attack together and kill him!"

By the end of his words,

he was already calling for reinforcements.

Clearly, he believed Ding Ling was too troublesome for him to handle alone.

Thus, the moment his voice fell,

Clang!

The other five also struck like lightning.

Their weapons were all different, but without exception, they were incredibly powerful. Every one of them had reached the level of a Martial Golden Core!

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