"Is slaughter all there is in your world? You really are a dull man. If I had any choice, I would want nothing to do with you."
Seeing the crimson killing intent that signified madness in Li Yang's eyes, Chu Mu's heart jolted, but he refused to give ground in their exchange.
"But you make my mouth water. Come on, let's unleash our desires on each other to our hearts' content."
Li Yang fondly recalled that final battle in the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm, so much like today.
Unfortunately, as his strength continued to grow, he had already cut down some formidable opponents along the way.
His gaze turned toward the formation barrier at the top of the Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Yang Formation.
Chu Mu had placed the Nine-Colored Light Orb there, and Li Yang could sense the will representing the Demon Consort standing on equal footing with the will of the black-robed figure from the Primordial Immortal Palace.
The Demon Consort had devoured the heavenly dao will of the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals, but she needed to divert some of her strength to mobilize the power of heaven and earth and reinforce the Ten Thousand Demons Devouring Yang Formation.
Naturally, he could feel the strange yin-attribute demon essence permeating every corner of the formation, trying to unravel and dissolve the power of the yang source within him, thread by thread.
But he did not care.
The yang source within him had undergone a transformation, reaching a new level.
Even in Nine Nether Purgatory, his yang source power would renew itself endlessly, flowing without cease.
"Seniors, don't hold anything back. This fellow fights with three brutal opening swings, staking his life against yours right from the start, so you must give it everything you have!"
Chu Mu