"It wasn't us who did it!"
Li Qingmeng shouted, wielding her long sword to clash with the feathers.
The feathers in the hand of the Peacock Demon Monarch emitted fluctuations akin to High-Level Divine Soldiers. In the clash, Li Qingmeng's body trembled and she involuntarily flew backward.
She was already exhausted, while the Peacock Demon Monarch had been toying with her all along.
She wanted to ask her little uncle-master Ji Qingyue for help, but she knew her little uncle-master was engaged in battle with the White Mountain Elephant Venerable and couldn't spare a hand to save her.
"Still won't admit it? Besides your Yunhua Sect, who else around here has the power to kill the Water Ape Demon Monarch and them?"
The Peacock Demon Monarch saw Li Qingmeng refusing to admit it even in dire straits and fiercely slashed out a green light.
