"You three ant-like creatures—though I am gravely wounded, killing you would still be as easy as crushing ants!"
Hun Mie Xian's aura was still exceedingly weak, weak to the extreme.
Yet his words remained aggressive, his bearing imposing. Even facing three Holy Kings, he showed no fear.
Mo Qi stared at Hun Mie Xian and desperately probed him. Seeing that the Holy Qi within Hun Mie Xian's body was feeble, he relaxed slightly.
"Hun Mie Xian, there is no need to bluff us. The Holy Qi in your body has yet to recover. With only your damaged Illusory Sky Demon Eye Saint Body, how can you fight us?"
Mo Qi took a step forward, his aura surging wildly as the phantom of a demonic elephant emerged behind him.
The Demon Tiger Army and Mo Li also erupted with the bloodlines of demonic tigers and demonic bulls.
The experts among the higher-ups of the three clans behind them likewise unleashed powerful bloodlines, prepared to strike at any moment.
If so many of them could not even deal with a severely wounded Hun Mie Xian, they might as well smash their heads against a wall and die.
Hun Mie Xian struggled to stand, his eyelids drooping and the corner of his lips curved upward. "While I was unconscious, I had a very, very long dream. Do you know what I dreamed of?"
The three were stunned, unable to understand what Hun Mie Xian meant.
Hun Mie Xian smiled and continued, "My father came to me in a dream. He said that the Illusory Sky Demon God was one of his disciples, and that he was the one who passed down the Illusory Sky Demon Eye Divine Body cultivated by the Illusory Sky Demon God. However, that disciple only cultivated a superficial understanding