"I told you long ago," Liu Bing said with a smile. "Those three are absolutely no match for Big Brother."
"Naturally, they must be captured alive," Li Yuan said solemnly. "If we simply kill them like this, it would be too easy for them."
"Li Yuan, have they fallen asleep early?" Lant Semi-Divine couldn't help but ask, keeping his gaze fixed on Wan Mo Pseudo-God.
The opponent had caused him to wake from countless nightmares.
Now, he was bound up like a helpless bundle.
Suddenly.
"Hmm?" Wan Mo Pseudo-God abruptly opened his eyes. A burst of light erupted from his gaze, accompanied by a low, gritting roar: "Kill me! Li Yuan, kill me!!"
His Soul Will, even at the Pseudo-God Limit, brought him back to consciousness swiftly, despite lacking any Soul Defense Divine Artifact.
"You woke up quickly."
"Shut up." Li Yuan's eyes glinted coldly. With a mere thought, Wan Mo Pseudo-God could no longer utter a sound.
Whoosh! Li Yuan's gaze swept once again.
