Above Penglai Island, inside the Heavenly Prison.
In the dark, damp cell, Li Mo and Bai Ze watched Ying Zhao, who was bound by the formation, and couldn't help frowning.
At that moment, the veins in Ying Zhao's neck bulged like earthworms as he looked at Li Mo.
He grinned savagely and shouted manically, "Li Mo, let me go! Let me go! If you've got the guts, kill me! Otherwise, I'll never let you achieve your goal. You can't become the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race! You can't!"
Bai Ze's expression darkened ominously.
Talk like that couldn't be allowed to spread.
He flew into a rage and lashed out with the Law Whip in his hand.
With a thunderous boom, lightning roared along the barbed whip. Blue bolts tore into Ying Zhao, leaving him battered and bloody.
Ying Zhao cried out in pain, his strength fading.
Even so, he continued shouting.
"Li Mo! The Heavenly Emperor is the eternal leader of the Demon Race. You aren't! No matter how high your prestige is, you're still not the Heavenly Emperor of the Demon Race! You never will be!"
Ying Zhao's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Li Mo, thrashing wildly.
"Ying Zhao! Shut your mouth!"
As he spoke, Bai Ze raised the Law Whip again.
But this time, before it could fall, Li Mo stopped him.
"Master, let's leave it at that. Saint Ying Zhao is only being controlled. We can leave him here for now. We can't keep tormenting him like this. If Ying Zhao dies, it might be exactly what his controller wants."
"Clearly, the one behind this is trying to drive a wedge between my elder brother and me. My prestige is even higher than his, so there must be people supporting me and others supporting