The former paradise beyond the world had, in an instant, turned into an Avici Hell.
"Woo, woo, woo!"
Countless fiends howled, letting out one violent roar after another.
The air everywhere was thick with the stench of death. Li Qing was affected as well, as that aura of death surged toward him.
Facing the assault of countless fiends, Li Qing raised five great spells.
A gray, absolute domain spread across the surroundings. The moment the fiends charged into the domain he had created, they were immediately shrouded within it, then shattered one by one beneath a terrifying force.
This time, he had not brought the Myriad Spell Divine Banner inside. If such a precious treasure were lost here, the loss would far outweigh the gain.
His counterattack seemed to draw the Demonic Path cultivator's attention.
"Hm? A cultivator? How dare you help these remnants?"
As his words fell, he swept toward Li Qing in a single bound.
"Die, traitor!"
The Demonic Path cultivator's face twisted viciously. His body had already grown to three zhang tall, with numerous mutations faintly visible across it. Most notably, a curved horn had grown from the top of his head.
A massive palm swept toward Li Qing, seemingly intent on tearing his head off with a single slap.
But at that moment, a golden palm silently pressed down upon the enormous hand.
The powerful fiend was startled and could not help lowering his head to look toward the small figure within the Mist.
"How is that possible? How can you withstand my power?"
Yet no one answered him. Infinite, overwhelming strength erupted from the golden palm.
That tremendous force dragged the Demonic Path cultivator straight into the Mist.
"Ah..."
The Demonic Path cultivator unleashed a furious roar from within the Mist. "No, ah..."
But what