The Dark Crow Monster King grunted, taking a subconscious step back. In his eyes flare a hint of horror, "Demon King Peak!"
Yes, the Cultivation base that Li Si was displaying at this moment had already reached the upper limit of the Demon King Level, one more step and he would enter the level of a Great Demon King.
The bloodline level of the Light Tiger was simply not something the Dark Crow could compare with, and the Dark Crow was more adept at reconnaissance and assassinations. In a frontal battle, not even three Dark Crow Monster Kings might match up to the Light Tiger, let alone an opponent whose Cultivation was so formidable.
"Enough!" Just then, an ancient voice rang out. This voice seemed to emanate from all directions, its faint pressure causing both darkness and light to retract.
"The orders of the Ancestral Court must not be defied, let Little Beauty go with them. It will be fine," echoed the aged voice, carrying a trace of ethereal vagueness.
