Of everyone present, it seemed that no creature besides Li Mo would have escaped unscathed.
However, Ying Zhao, who was acting strangely, had underestimated Li Mo.
His expression darkened, and he swept out a hand.
In an instant!
A spirit treasure appeared in his hand.
A flash of red light burst forth.
Immediately afterward, a cage in the sky expanded rapidly in the wind.
Golden flames burned atop the cage.
Fanned by the gale, the golden flames flared dozens of yards high.
Then the cage, wreathed in flames,
came crashing down from the sky.
Ying Zhao was trapped inside.
The violent aura around him—and the spirit treasure on him, which had been about to self-destruct—suddenly vanished.
Ying Zhao felt the magical power within him abruptly seize up.
He could no longer activate the spirit treasure in his hand, either.
His face went deathly pale. He sensed something was terribly wrong.
The many great demons, each fearing for their own safety, stared at the scene and froze.
"Is it over?" Bai Ze asked, still shaken, as he looked at Ying Zhao inside the cage.
"Seems like it!" Bai Jiu replied. He hadn't figured out what had happened, either.
"Looks like it was that cage! It stopped Ying Zhao from self-destructing."
"That cage seems to be a mid-grade innate spirit treasure!"
"What a miraculous thing. It can actually stop Ying Zhao from self-destructing!"
"How strange!"
"Mo Huang's spirit treasures really are endless! That's another new one."
Everyone marveled at it.
Li Mo said nothing. This was the very cage that had once trapped Di Jun. Now it was in his hands, and after being nurtured by the Chaos Green Lotus, the low-grade innate spirit treasure had risen in rank. It was now a mid-grade innate spirit treasure.
He merely watched Ying Zhao