The night sky over Shanghai was illuminated by the fires raging through the streets. The once bustling city was now a war zone, with debris scattered across the ground and the sound of distant screams filling the air. Amidst the chaos, Li Chen stood in the heart of the battlefield, his body battered and bruised, but his spirit unbroken.
Ahead of him, Zhang Yiming strode confidently through the wreckage, flanked by his demonic forces. His smile was one of smug satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with dark amusement as he surveyed the destruction his demons had caused. The air around him crackled with dark energy, the very essence of the ancient demons now under his control.
"Well, well, look who's still standing," Zhang Yiming sneered as he stopped a few paces from Li Chen. His voice was dripping with mockery. "I have to admit, Li Chen, you're more resilient than I expected. I thought you'd be dead by now."
