The void grabbed him.
After grabbing Fang YiRou, who was left with only half her body, Li HaiFu flew even higher, as though displaying his spoils of war.
Looking at the large number of Dragon An Legion members in the distance who no longer dared to move—or rather, had no means left to threaten him—
An unprecedented exhilaration filled him, making him want to throw his head back and laugh.
A bunch of good-for-nothings, a bunch of idiots.
So what if these people were stronger than him? So what if they were smarter than him? So what if they had fought desperately after Doomsday?
They had followed the wrong person, so everything they did was wrong.
To fight the True God behind him? How foolish and ignorant!
"This is your source of confidence? The courage you have to resist me? A bunch of Third Order Peaks?"
"Bang!!"
With a wave of his hand, the old man's face filled with mockery as he shattered the remaining Third Order corpses he had crushed earlier once again.
As though tossing bones to dogs, he flung the corpses far away, right in front of the defensive line.
Watching the rage and grief in the eyes of the many Awakened on the battlefront, he felt incredibly satisfied!
So what if they hated him!?
He loved seeing them hate him while being unable to kill him!
"What are you still struggling for?"
"Do you really think a Fourth Order will come to save you?"
His voice spread out as Li DaFu pulled the nearly dying Fang YiRou in front of him.
He greedily leaned close to Fang YiRou's ear. His old hand, resembling a chicken claw, clamped around her chin and forced her to look toward the Dragon An Legion in the distance.
"Do you see?"