"Hold back!"
Just as Aoliu fell into danger, at least seven Later Demon Race members charged out. Divine power surged in their hands, every strike a killing move aimed at Wang Qi's vital points. Yet there was no killing intent on any of them.
In their subconscious minds, such attacks could not possibly hurt Wang Qi. They no longer regarded him as a Core Formation cultivator they could crush at will, but as an enemy standing on equal footing with them.
In an instant, killing intent filled heaven and earth. Everything beneath the sky seemed to fall under the Demon Race's control, manipulated into attacking Wang Qi. But the air gave off a grinding creak, as though it had turned directly from gas into solid matter. Their attacks were blocked for no apparent reason.
With a flash, Yue Luo Liuli was already standing before Wang Qi. "Hold steady! Don't go crazy!"
She had truly witnessed Wang Qi's methods before. Even Transcendent Immortals, even true immortals, could fall victim to them. This divine kingdom had clearly been arranged long ago, refined by ****, and packed with countless spells; its power could not be underestimated. She was truly afraid Wang Qi might have a lapse of judgment and "refine" Aoliu.
If something even worse happened—if, for instance, the God Plague Curse spread widely through the Demon Race's divine path system, eventually forcing the Demon Emperor to abandon a large number of demons—then the grudge between humanity and the Later Demon Race would grow enormous.
Wang Qi smiled faintly. "Listen to yourself..."
He rubbed the golden sphere with both hands. The golden sphere, one zhang across, shook a few times, then spat out a Divine Body manifestation in the form of the God of Divine Mist. Yet this deity, originally tiger-headed, winged, and