1686 Little Despot vs. Lian
*Boom!!*
From the outside, the pitch-black 17-level Punishment Tower that was enveloped in flames shook several times within the dimension.
The walls of the tower from the 14th level and below started cracking like spider webs from a powerful gust of air.
Soon, along with that dazzling red light coming from the circle of flames, the 17-level Punishment Tower slowly started repairing itself inside the blazing fire.
As time passed by, those cracks on the tower were also gradually mended.
Meanwhile, the Little Despot who was meditating in the center of the tower's 14th level had tightly pressed his lips together while sweat beaded on his forehead.
He had been battling Mo Lian for a full three days and two nights.
What freaked him out was that that human still had not exhausted his strength even after battling for so long.
Not only did he not falter, he even became more valiant the more he fought. That guy was showing signs of overpowering him. What was happening?
In the several years that he had been here, which human from a Lower Star Domain had been such a freak?
Dao Wuji sniggered, and he declared exultantly while crossing his arms, "Little Despot, you look like you're nearly at your limit. What's the use in resisting?"
The two people had started fighting since three days ago.
They had gone from close combat to long-range divine energy attacks, and their contest had now even progressed to a melee with the divine conscious. He had exhausted his tricks and used all his tactics. The younger generation now truly commanded his respect.
This lad before him was only a little over 20, but his strength and cultivation state simply made people sigh in wonder!
The passageway to the 14th level lit up, and Dao Wuji couldn't help but chuckle when he turned to take a look. "Aiyo, Peony Immortal, did you come here to seek a man because you couldn't tolerate the loneliness?"
"Go to hell!" The Peony Immortal glared at him indignantly. Her gaze settled on the two people in the center, one standing and one sitting.
The Little Despot was sitting cross-legged, with sweat seeping from his forehead.
On the other hand, the young man who was standing with his eyes closed had a placid and chilly look. He didn't seem to be under much pressure.
Normal people would think that the two people were at peace.
In reality, the two people's divine conscious had reached the critical juncture of their battle.
At this moment, the apparitions of their divine conscious were contesting in a boundless and empty desert. They each wielded a sword as they flew to and fro, exchanging blows with their fists and feet.
Sparks flew from the clash of their swords.
Right now, the Little Despot's expression was chilly, and his face was as handsome as jade. He was about the same height as Mo Lian, which was completely unlike his childlike appearance in the outside world.
This was the apparition of the Little Despot's divine conscious.
The two people had fought for more than one night inside this space.
The Little Despot had clearly noticed that his opponent's apparition of his divine conscious was getting more and more corporeal as time passed by.
On the other hand, the apparition of his own divine conscious was tottering on the verge of collapse after being stabbed several times by Mo Lian's sword.
The Little Despot knitted his eyebrows, and a viciousness showed on his face. He abruptly bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood.
In the actual world.
The spectators saw the sitting Little Despot spew blood before slumping to the ground.
Dao Wuji laughed out loud. Just as he was about to say "You've lost, Little Despot," he noticed that blood was trickling from Mo Lian's mouth.
Dao Wuji couldn't help but be startled, and he walked over. "Boss!"
The Luo Brothers glanced at him in distaste. "Go away. Who are you calling Boss!"
"Hurry, are you planning to help Boss sit down? Boss looks like he also got injured."
