Wuying Qi smiled.
The smile of the ancestor of the Immortal Cultivators was like a narrow gap on a whole sky of clouds, but what was revealed in the gap was not the light of stars but the darkness that was even deeper.
"You are about to die, and yet you still have such a good sense of humor. I really don't know whether I should hate you or if I should admire you, Vulture Li Yao!"
Wuying Qi did stop. Although there was no difference whether he stopped or not in the illusional realm, it was at least a gesture of kindness. He opened his arms at Li Yao and complimented in a seemingly sincere way, "From my personal perspective, you are like a cockroach that simply cannot be killed. You've stood in my way again and again and almost disrupted my whole plan. I truly hate your guts.
