The Gongsun Shiyu ghost transformed back into a gray mist, seemingly still crying out in unwillingness, but in the end, it was sealed inside the tattered cloth bag.
At the same time, a bead flew in front of Mo Mo.
However, the Young Master of Mount Longhu did not take it. He merely flicked his hand, sending the bead back toward the Onmyoji.
"Losing is losing. Since my skills are inferior, naturally I have no excuse to keep it." The handsome Onmyoji was remarkably frank, even shaking his head.
The Young Master of Mount Longhu was even more straightforward. "That thing's hot to the touch. Even if I took it now, I wouldn't be able to keep it. I already said that I'm out of magic power. If the next person challenges me, I can only hand it over."
The Onmyoji could not help frowning.
Mo Mo chuckled softly. "You don't want the thing you worked so hard to seize to ultimately benefit some unknown person, either, do you?"
"In that case, I'll keep it for you until your magic power recovers."
Mo Mo casually shook his head without saying whether he agreed or not. After stretching lazily, he slowly walked toward the spectator stands.
They watched the Young Master of Mount Longhu and could tell that Mo Mo was indeed extremely weak at the moment. He seemed genuinely incapable of fighting again.
The Onmyoji was different, however. The fluctuations of magic power around him remained formidable... Five great shikigami generals, three powerful tools, and the peerless Mandala Light Wheel.
The Young Master of Mount Longhu no longer had the strength to fight, but this Onmyoji could clearly keep going for quite some time.
Most Supernaturals were unwilling to attack this Onmyoji lightly—especially those who possessed the Tears of God,