At that moment, Michael—no, rather, Aili's body—seemed as though it had never suffered that brutal assault at all. It stood tall in midair without a single wound, not even a wrinkle in its clothes. "I'm truly sorry. It seems that aside from causing me that tiny bit of pain, there's nothing else you can do to please me..."
Li slowly lowered his head and looked at Michael. "Heh heh heh heh. I was only testing you. Now it's your turn. Let me see what strength you truly have to fight me in this world!"
"Very well! You lowly insect! Today, I shall grant your wish!" Michael suddenly raised his head, his eyes locking onto Li as if they had taken root there.
At the same time, ripples emerged in Michael's eyes. Then his eyes turned blood-red, and the marks of Three Tomoe appeared within those ripples. Soon after, the three marks merged into one huge spiral symbol.
The moment Michael activated the Sharingan, Mount Buzhou actually began to shake. Countless enormous boulders fell from an unknown height, while the chains that had grown from Mount Buzhou began to break apart continuously. This time, however, no new chains formed...
"You lowly insect, I shall grant your wish. I will fight you with all my strength! Then I will crush you into dust!" Michael said coldly, his face utterly devoid of any excess expression.
Li did not know whether he should feel delighted or depressed. He was the one who truly possessed the Sharingan bloodline, yet at this moment, he felt that Michael's understanding of the Sharingan's spiritual world surpassed his own. Although that was because Michael, as an absolute powerhouse, held an overwhelming advantage in overall strength, it still made Li feel rather uncomfortable.
Yet what delighted him was that Michael