Chapter 697 – Fighting Mo Yu Two (1/2)

With Li Qingshan’s great strength that could rival Daemon Kings, just who could block a punch from him with their face? The power of tremors shattered the air and produced a rumble. The fist deeply embedded itself into Mo Yu’s face.

Bang!

Mo Yu hurtled backwards. Li Qingshan smiled viciously, about to go after him, but darkness suddenly enveloped him.

Although Mo Yu had been sent flying, the wings of darkness grabbed him firmly, drowning him out.

The moment the light vanished, Li Qingshan saw that Mo Yu’s collapsed face did not reveal any blood, flesh, or bone. Instead, it was a ball of pitch-black like flowing ink. Originally, he thought Mo Yu’s original form was a crow, but it did not seem so simple anymore.

Deep darkness filled Li Qingshan’s surroundings. Li Qingshan flapped his wings, but he felt like he remained in the same spot the entire time. It was like he had fallen into a black hole, and all of his connections with the outer world had been severed. There was only an aura of death that attacked every opening on his body.

Is this his fourth innate ability? Or is it a variation of his original innate ability? As some shitty crown prince, he really does have some skill in him!

Li Qingshan was surprised, but not panic-stricken. Instead, he became rather excited. If Mo Yu were like Sha Bie, someone he finished off in a few moves, he would instead be disappointed.

Since this was an ability that isolated him from the world, he had the perfect ability for destroying this boundary. He pulled back his fist slowly and immediately struck the space there in the most violent way possible.

A black egg hovered silently above the mirror-like surface of the lake. Suddenly, the surface of the black egg bulged slightly and ripples emanated outwards.

With a crack, a fracture appeared on the surface of the black egg. Soon afterwards, another part of it ruptured. Within the black egg, all of the directions were confounded together. Li Qingshan thought he punched in the same direction, but under Mo Yu’s control, he constantly changed the direction he attacked. However, even with that being the case, destroying the black egg was only a matter of time.

Mo Yu’s eyes narrowed slightly. Even if regular Daemon Commanders were powerful, it would all just be brute strength. Once they were trapped in the black egg, it would still be death. However, he never expected that Northmoon could actually break the black egg, and as it seemed, he had done so with great ease.

Mo Yu took out a pitch-black bamboo flute and brought it to his lips, playing it slowly, but it produced no sound at all. The sound of the flute was directly transmitted into the black egg.

Li Qingshan suddenly remembered that when he fought against Mo Yu last time, Mo Yu had cawed at him towards the end, which reduced his lifespan by a century. Although the flute was very different from the caw, they were extremely similar in essence.

The Death Bringer Curse!

Mo Yu’s most terrifying innate ability had many variations. Through this pitch-black flute, he could push its power to the limits, no longer just reducing the enemy’s lifespan, but directly destroying their will to live. In an intense battle like this, the consequences that came with losing the will to live went without saying.

For a moment, even Li Qingshan lost some of his interest in living. A feeble feeling of weariness like an old man with a foot in the grave filled his mind. However, he immediately escaped from this feeling, not through the mental suppression of the spirit turtle, but through his own willpower.

Drinking fine alcohol, sleeping with fine beauties, and fighting powerful enemies. There were plenty of interests in life. He found endless joy in contending against the heavens, contending against the earth, and contending against humanity.

As a result, he laughed aloud and swung his fist. Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! The black egg shattered loudly. He said to Mo Yu, “You’ve used up your three tricks, so is that it?”

Mo Yu’s expression changed slightly. His innate abilities all possessed overwhelming power, so when he encountered an enemy he was unable to overwhelm, he was actually left at a loss over what to do.

At this moment, the mirror clone lunged over from behind and pierced him with a punch, but all that remained was a blur. Mo Yu flapped his wings and took off. As an avian, his speed was startling too, but a scarlet streak of light intercepted him. Li Qingshan’s speed was still superior after all.