Moreover, Eli clearly knew the flaw of his Pathway: if he used only the Imperial Language, the enemy could easily notice it.
For example, like Stillness and lock earlier—anyone smart enough, or simply anyone who could read, would understand the meanings they contained.
So Eli was clearly constantly mastering obscure and ancient languages, making it easier for him to conceal his true intentions when using words against his enemies.
Yet this ability was utterly useless against Lu Yuan, because no matter what words Eli uttered, they were no different from the Imperial Language in Lu Yuan's eyes.
If that was all there was to it, then Eli's offensive methods would have no effect on him at all.
So he could only put on an act and hope Eli came up with something new.
Lu Yuan raised his eyes, and a new Sanity Bullet had already condensed.
[Sanity: -1...]
Bang!
[Sanity: -1...]
Bang!
[Sanity: -1...]
Another six shots followed in rapid succession. Sanity Bullets streamed out continuously, mixed with large numbers of Copper-Shell Incendiary Bombs.
Lu Yuan single-handedly formed a dense web of firepower.
Six Sanity Bullets had cost him six points of sanity.
Hearing the piercing gunfire, Eli's pupils shook violently. He no longer dared to hold back, and Gulai words began flying forth without end.
This time, what he uttered was Gulai itself, his mouth continuously producing one awkward syllable after another.
An ordinary person would have had no idea what Eli was doing, but Lu Yuan understood.
Twist. Flash. Twist. Blockade. Blockade. Imprisonment.
The bullets filling the sky were twisted away one by one. The space before Eli seemed blocked by something, and every bullet veered off course.
Yet every time he diverted a bullet, that patch of space became more solid.