"Mo Huang! You mustn't! Meng Ji is a mighty early-stage Quasi-Saint. If you go in there, I'm afraid..."
The guard who watched over the heavenly prison stopped halfway through his sentence.
Saying outright that Li Mo was no match for Meng Ji would have been a real slap in the face.
Taking advantage of the moment, Meng Ji sprang up from the ground.
His chains rattled as he moved.
The God-Locking Chains pierced through his collarbones and emerged from either side of his body. They not only restricted the strength of his physical body but also completely sealed away his magical power.
"Li Mo, you coward! You despicable scoundrel! You actually tricked me! If you've got the guts, come in here! I've been reduced to this miserable state, and you still don't dare come in, do you? Coward! Pah!"
Meng Ji spat a mouthful of blood onto the ground.
At that, Li Mo knitted his brows.
Even in this state, he still had the nerve to run his mouth.
Did he think Li Mo would let him push him around?
Off to the side, one of the demon soldiers, who was only a Mystic Immortal, saw Li Mo's displeased expression and lashed out with the Law Whip.
Thunder crackled. A patch of Meng Ji's chest turned black, and his skin split open.
"Silence! How dare you speak to Mo Huang like that? Are you tired of living?"
"Tired of living? As long as I'm alive, Dong Wang Gong will have a chance to rescue me. The Primordial World isn't home to the Demon Race alone. There are countless other races. Can the Demon Race really hold them all back?"
"A mere mid-stage Golden Immortal as Demon Emperor? Di Jun must have lost his mind to make him Demon Emperor."
"If