"Listen to my devout prayer..." Li paid no attention to Baldur standing directly before him. He simply stood there as if he were the only person left between heaven and earth.
"Hey, foolish mortal, do you not only delude yourself into thinking you can fight a god like me, but have also forgotten your duty as a human?" Leaning his body back to its limit, Baldur suddenly shot a scarlet streak from his right hand. It was a flaming rope, and it tightly bound itself around Li's neck.
"Die, brat!" Li's voice twisted in an instant, yet he did not stop. Or rather, Hela did not control him into stopping. What Li saw before him was not Baldur binding his neck with a flaming rope.
It was merely a strand of energy binding him. Though it was painful, Li understood that the most important thing now was to cooperate with Hela and unleash the hidden move within this hexagram formation.
At the same time, countless cultivators began looking in their direction. If the previous battle had still been a relatively isolated fight, then the technique Li was using now had already caused celestial phenomena!
"The blood-red sun is shining... the black earth is trembling... endless bones build a throne for you..." The incantation Li slowly recited was no longer as halting as before. It was simply because the incantation Hela transmitted to him was no longer completely incomprehensible. Li could now understand its meaning, and so he naturally turned it into his own language.
Li had no idea that what he was doing had left Hela utterly astonished. She had never imagined that Li would possess such talent in this regard. By her original plan, she had merely intended for Li to summon the weakest of her beloved hounds. But