The moment Qin Huali finished speaking, Mo Qiong felt his soul undergo a drastic transformation.
"Are you not afraid of death? Shouldn't you have immediately severed the mental link just now? If I couldn't sense you, I wouldn't be able to kill you," Qin Huali said.
Mo Qiong smiled. "You're directly in front of me, and the shield I'm carrying can reflect your attacks. If you had chosen to erase me just now, you would have been the one erased instead."
"Of course, your Immortal Soul can't be erased, so nothing would have happened."
Qin Huali froze, then burst out laughing. "Good. You're worthy of the position of Mohist Grand Master."
"I sensed some damn carnivorous thing on your soul just now, so I shut it off. You're also constantly in extreme pain, but there's nothing I can do about that."
Mo Qiong said, "The pain caused by Holy Shield's backlash is a permanent effect. Even though Holy Shield is gone, it still exists. Since your depth is inferior to it, you can't erase it."
Qin Huali said, "Then shoot me to Holy Shield's depth, and I can shut off your permanent pain."
But at the same time, Qin Huali could erase Holy Shield—and erase Mo Qiong.
Mo Qiong smiled. "No. I don't plan to escape this pain right now. Let it remain. You don't need to erase Holy Shield either; I still have a use for it. I've even raised its depth higher."
"In that case, with your current state, you can't erase me at all unless you revive."
"And as I said, one day I'll revive you and my companions. When that happens, you can do whatever you want. You can kill me with your own hands."
The first time he heard Mo Qiong say this, Qin Huali