But soon, this terror disappeared, and Ji Moli sneered: "Just you?"
"Or... relying on the Underworld?"
Ji Moli held the umbrella gun sideways, the mysterious black armor clanged loudly, walking on air, the aura around him soared.
"The Underworld is indeed strong... but now I have broken through to the Divine Tribulation, for the Underworld to kill me... isn't it difficult?"
Ji Moli laughed aloud.
There is a sense of wantonness, a kind of flamboyance.
The Underworld, a power he initially did not care or pay attention to, had now unknowingly become a nightmarish force to him.
During the campaign against Qianyuan Dao City, he was nearly trapped and killed by the Underworld.
If he hadn't changed his fate, he might have truly died at the hands of the cunning and insidious Underworld.
Li Che held Xi Xi, while Xi Xi nervously wrapped her arms around Li Che's neck.
