Xia Ming slowly looked over the formation surrounding him, the mocking curve at the corner of his lips gradually widening.
It finally turned into a clear, ringing laugh.
"With a lineup like this," Xia Ming said slowly, his voice reaching every enemy with perfect clarity,
"you would be qualified to besiege Beast God Di Tian, wouldn't you? Yet today, you're using it against me, Xia Ming..."
"I'm truly honored by your generous regard."
"In that case," a cold yet incomparably dazzling smile slowly appeared on Xia Ming's lips,
"let me see whether this Heavenly Net can truly kill me today."
As his words fell, the aura around him began rising at a speed that defied all reason!
"Attack together!"
The Rakshasa Demon Scythe in Ye Xishui's hand suddenly tore through the air, drawing a shrill dark-purple arc.
The Evil Emperor snorted coldly, a trace of displeasure flashing through its eyes, but it said nothing.
After all, the temptation of becoming a god was enough to make it suppress all its doubts for the moment.
Not long ago, Ye Xishui had lured it into this carefully arranged siege with the promise of a path to godhood.
How could it possibly let such an opportunity slip away?
In the next instant, the Evil Emperor's deep eyes abruptly turned dark red.
A dark-red halo covered in thorn-like patterns emerged behind it and began rotating slowly.
With every fraction of a turn, the surrounding air grew heavier.
"Buzz—!"
The sky seemed to be viciously torn apart by an invisible giant hand as countless mental spikes rained into Xia Ming's Spirit Sea.
They frantically tore at it, intending to forcibly strip his spiritual origin from his body!
At the same instant, Kong Deming moved as well.
A silver moon rose from his palm, its cold