Li froze for a moment. The instant he sensed the killing intent and the power contained within it, he was almost certain that the killing intent was his own, and that blade was his own as well.
Zeref could actually redirect my attack somewhere else!
Li's expression darkened. A strange gleam suddenly flashed through his eyes. It was black, appearing especially peculiar against the red backdrop of the Sharingan. He let out a roar, unpleasant to the ear, like the low growl of a beast or the dull sweep of wind through the air.
Li traced a bizarre arc through the air at incredible speed. It exceeded Zeref's expectations. Like a swallow, Li followed that arc and crashed toward Zeref once more. Of course, Li had no intention of ramming Zeref to death—the only thing capable of killing him was the sharp weapon in his hand!
Li viciously thrust his sword at Zeref. This time, Li did not intend to charge through him. He merely plunged the sword into Zeref's chest, then waited to see how long Zeref could maintain that state in which others could pass through his body.
As though he had seen through Li's intentions, Zeref snorted. The sword embedded in his chest did not harm him, but this time, Zeref did not use the technique from before to make the attacked part of his body vanish. Instead, he made the blade vanish. Although the blade had been formed from Li's energy, with Li's strength, how could such a blade not be incomparably sturdy? Even if it could not compare to some divine weapon, it was certainly comparable to those so-called magical weapons.
Sure enough, just as Li thrust the blade into Zeref's body, he sensed waves of killing intent from his lower back. A black space