Seeing how certain Mo Yan was, Mo Lei's worry eased a little, though she was still somewhat puzzled. She wasn't the only one; everyone, including Ling Tian, wondered why Mo Yan was so sure Mo Yu would win.
Having known Mo Yan for so long, Ling Tian knew he wouldn't joke about Mo Yu's life. He asked, "Cousin, why are you so certain? Mo Yu and Mo Ye are evenly matched right now. No, Mo Yu's stamina is flagging a little. His attacks have inflicted quite a few wounds on Mo Ye, but those injuries don't amount to much. Mo Ye's attacks are so ferocious that if he lands even one hit..."
Ling Tian's concern was warranted. Mo Ye's attacks were so ferocious that even Ling Tian would be gravely wounded if he survived being hit. That was why Mo Yu had been so careful to avoid taking a blow. Such caution demanded intense concentration, which consumed even more of his strength. Mo Ye, on the other hand, fought using only his physical strength and expended relatively little. If things continued this way, Mo Yu was bound to lose.
"Cousin, it seems you still don't know enough about our Devil Race," Mo Yan said. He looked at Kuang Ao. "Kuang Ao, you're part of the Devil Race too. You should know our weakness, right?"
"Our weakness?" Kuang Ao paused, then seemed to realize something, and his eyes lit up. "I understand. It's our blood. The Devil Race focuses on body refinement, and our blood is the essence of our bodies. The more blood we lose, the weaker we become. This is especially true for people with powerful physiques like the Giant Demon Race. Their blood is even more important."
At that, Ling Tian and the others' eyes lit up. Ming