But Li was an absolute powerhouse who had clawed his way out of mountains of blades and seas of blood. How could he truly be defeated so easily?
Though his mind was currently wrapped in layer upon layer of negative emotions, he had already raised his head and coldly fixed his gaze on Zeref before him. The weapon that had vanished when the negative emotions suddenly assaulted him had already re-formed in the blink of an eye. In truth, Zeref had achieved his objective. With those negative emotions now entwined around Li, Li had to devote nearly half his focus just to remain clear-headed.
A hint of surprise appeared on Zeref's face. "You actually withstood it. I truly didn't expect you to be able to resist my mental power. Impressive. Then let me see what other abilities you possess. Submit to the guidance of fate!"
Zeref let out a cold laugh, then charged straight at Li. His hands were no longer empty; he was clearly gripping two black weapons.
The two weapons appeared to be only as long as a forearm, and naturally, they were not physical objects. They were magical blades, blades that only mages above level sixteen could summon. These weapons possessed immense destructive power, far surpassing those so-called magical weapons.
Their only flaw was that maintaining them consumed an enormous amount of magic power.
Moreover, most mages who researched this sort of magic were generally not skilled in close combat.
But given the speed Zeref displayed at this moment, Li would never believe that he had not put considerable effort into close-quarters combat.
Watching Zeref rush at him like a madman, Li took a deep breath. Zeref's mental interference had constantly plagued him, but it was not as though he had no way to forcibly suppress it.