A mountain range over a thousand kilometers long, covered in crimson trees, collapsed across a span of several hundred kilometers under Li Daoyi’s impact, stirring up billowing clouds of dust.0

"Cough, cough! Damn it, it really is a demon race, they're so devious." Li Daoyi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. His expression grew serious as he stared up at the demon king cloaked in dark demonic qi high above. He realized he had let his guard down. Or rather, he had slammed headfirst into a wall of steel this time.0

With his peak level 9 cultivation, mastery over two types of Innate Thunderbolts, and early progress in condensing a high-level lightning law, he should have been more than capable of suppressing a beginning-stage mythical demon king. He could have confronted a middle-stage one head-on.0

However, what he hadn’t expected was that this demon king, who had turned and fled at the first sign of battle, was so powerful. Even a late-stage mythical king probably wouldn’t have been his match.0

That was what left Li Daoyi speechless. Back then, seeing the demon king acting so evasively, he had assumed the opponent was weak and decisively broke away from the army to give chase. He had planned to counter-slay the demon king and shake the entire Federation.0

Then nothing went...0