Suddenly, as if Zeref had sensed something, he said, "Damn it, Ankhseram is actually coming this way. Looks like I have to settle this with you now!"
Hearing Zeref say that, Li's lips curled into a cold sneer. If Ankhseram arrived here, it would indeed spell Zeref's doom—but did that mean he had won? Relying on Ankhseram's power to claim victory—what kind of victory would that be?
Li sighed softly and chose to stop holding back...
The space around Li suddenly began twisting without end. The immense pressure within it caused cracks of varying severity to appear everywhere, the fractures weaving wildly together as they spread toward where Li stood.
With their erratic pattern of spread, Li had no way of judging where Zeref would attack from.
Zeref had already vanished from this space. From the layers between dimensions, he continuously tore at the space itself, using those cracks to lock down Li's position.
Once he had completely pinned Li down, Zeref would unleash a thunderous strike.
How could Li possibly wait helplessly for death? He let out a roar, and the Mangekyō Sharingan in his eyes spun to its limit. It was as though something had suddenly exploded within his eyes. The sensation of being torn apart down to his soul made Li feel as if his vision had once again been shrouded in crimson.
At the same time, a faint bloody mist emerged from Li's body once more, thread by thread, wisp by wisp, dyeing the surrounding space blood-red.
His eyes, which had been sealed and reduced in level, had forcibly ascended once more into the Eternal Mangekyo.
The red mist and black cracks melded together almost instantly. In the blink of an eye, the wildly entwining and spreading spatial cracks seemed to have been frozen by Li,