Rui Jiang put aside some of his contempt, but still did not take it too seriously.
After all, the gap between the two sides was too great.
At this moment, no matter how high Li Moying's innate talent was, he could only become a dead soul under his demonic aura.
The almost undetectable purple lightning shot out at an extremely high speed. It was like a sharp needle piercing the depths of the black mist. In the blink of an eye, it had already pierced Rui Jiang's chest.
However, not only was Rui Jiang not nervous, he even smiled faintly.
He slowly raised his hand and was about to wipe the lightning away so that the two little gods could feel the power of the Devil Overlord Realm.
But before he could touch the lightning, his expression changed. "Not good!" He cried out.
Following Rui Jiang's low growl, Huang Yueli, who was a few thousand metres away, also saw the changes in the middle of the black mist.
