Li Yun stood in midair with his hands behind his back, one middle finger pointed straight at the distant Level-Four Demon People Leader.
His posture, his expression—he could not have looked more arrogant.
Behind him, the Martial Artists he had just saved saw what he was doing and nearly lost their souls to fright.
They might not have understood exactly what Li Yun's gesture meant, but given the situation and his flippant, outrageously arrogant expression, even a fool could tell he was insulting the Demon People Leader—and provoking him.
"Chief Lin! Don't!"
Zhou Xiong's face turned deathly pale. "That's a Demon People Leader! He's as powerful as a Grandmaster! Get down from there!"
"He's gone mad! He's gone mad!"
An elderly Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator trembled all over.
"A Demon People Leader is as powerful as a Martial Dao Grandmaster. Without a Grandmaster's strength, there's no way to face him head-on! Chief Lin will die, and he'll get us killed too!"
"Run! Before that Demon People notices us, run!"
Someone had already turned to flee.
But it was too late.
In the distance, the Demon People Leader atop the raised platform had been thoroughly enraged by Li Yun.
"Roar—"
An earth-shaking bellow made the entire Demon Cave tremble.
It rang with fury, killing intent, and savage agitation.
A mighty Level-Four Demon People Leader who commanded tens of thousands of Weird Beasts had just been insulted by a human raising his middle finger?
How could he let that stand?
The Demon People Leader swept out a hand, and the Level-Three Spectral Demons at his side, already straining to attack, surged forward like a tide.
More than a hundred Level-Three Spectral Demons, each comparable to a Spirit Transformation Realm cultivator, charged toward Li Yun alongside a countless mass of Level-Two Spectral Demons.