"What dream? Dreaming?"
Li Yun answered irritably, but his face suddenly turned deathly pale. His legs gave way, and he dropped straight onto the cold ground.
The Cloud Cliff Saintess cried out and crouched down to help him up.
However, Li Yun did not let her support him.
"No need. I'm fine. I just overexerted myself again..."
The Cloud Cliff Saintess froze at those words. The image of Li Yun shattering the Pro Demon Lord at the critical moment surfaced in her mind, and she could not help swallowing again.
It was not that she had forgotten her composure. It was simply that even now, recalling that scene still made her feel it had been unimaginably perilous, utterly inconceivable.
That had been an Immortal-level demon...
With a single move, his demonic might had surged like a vast tide, leaving both her and Patriarch Bai Fantian unable to move.
Forget having a chance to resist.
The very thought of resistance had vanished from their minds.
She simply could not imagine how, at such a life-or-death juncture, Li Yun had managed to strike, much less shatter the Pro Demon Lord's figure. It was far too difficult to comprehend.
Li Yun merely chuckled.
"Stop thinking about it!"
"Do you really think Immortals are so easy to kill?"
"Didn't you notice? Neither the Pro Demon Lord nor Zhao Fangqun had a physical body..."
"If my guess is right, they must have been locked in battle for a long time and were both already severely wounded. The reason they came here was probably because Zhao Fangqun wanted to use the destiny of the Mysterious Moon Kingdom, which he had personally founded, to help himself launch a desperate counterattack."
"But he didn't expect the Pro Demon Lord to summon the Devil Race as well."
"Zhao Fangqun