"What's wrong?" The voice spreading out of the silver ball suddenly grew solemn. "Why are you not fighting? Keep going. Work harder and harder!"
"No…" The mental devil grew anxious. "Fellow Cultivator Mo Xuan, well, it is actually not dangerous at all. Look. I have shattered his soul and swallowed most of the flames of spiritual energy. He has been completely suppressed by me, unable to move at all! You can kill him easily by jabbing him with your little finger after you come over! Really. Come here!"
"Who—who says that I'm suppressed?" Li Yao struggled hard, only to be beaten down time and time again. He could only roar angrily, "Although my hands and feet are tied by you, my soul is overly exhausted, my vitality is almost drained, I cannot even move my hair now, and my combat ability has dropped by 99%, I—I still have my hot blood! Ass*ole, come and try me if you have balls. Let me teach you a lesson!"
