A single sentence flashed through Li's mind. He knew exactly what it was, yet he had no idea how to say it aloud, as if he had suddenly developed a speech impediment. Li felt all the power of the rules binding him vanish. He opened his mouth, only to discover that he could not utter a single word.
Only after those restraints faded did Li vaguely realize that, as the rules receded, they had taken all his life with them! As his life drained away, Li grew weaker and weaker, until he no longer even had the strength to speak. No, I haven't lost yet...
He raised his head with all his strength and roared, "This is not power that belongs to this world at all!!"
Yet at that moment, Dijia seemed even weaker than Li! He was trembling nonstop, but the blackness in his eyes only deepened.
Word Spirit Art! Could this be the Word Spirit Art?! Li's heart trembled. The so-called Word Spirit Art meant that whatever I said had to become reality—not something done afterward, but something that changed the entire world with my words. I said there should be light, and only then did this world have light! If I said this world had light because I said there was light, then the person in this world who originally created light would be erased. Everyone else would only know that I was the one who created light!
Li slowly closed his eyes, as though he had already given up. Yes, how could he possibly win a battle like this? Li's face grew increasingly pale. Even his flesh and bones seemed to be leaving him, and his life appeared to have nearly drained away. A deathly aura began to spread across his pallid face...
Dijia sighed softly