Li's killing intent could rise no further. This was the peak of his murderous intent. Perhaps he had only been imprisoned for a second in reality, but within that magic, it felt as though tens of thousands of years had passed. The resentment of those tens of thousands of years of imprisonment erupted toward Zeref in a frenzy at that instant.
Zeref had not expected Li to produce such terrifying killing intent. In Zeref's mind, such killing intent should never have been possible for a human. He could only watch as Li swung the sword in his hand down toward his neck.
Zeref suddenly felt that there was no way he could dodge, no way he could survive. "Really now, I didn't expect to die like this." Just as Zeref thought his death was certain, he suddenly felt his neck tighten as someone yanked him away. Li was equally stunned when he saw the person who had stepped between them.
"Master?" Li looked at Ankhseram, unsure of what to say. If Ankhseram asked him to spare Zeref now, Li did not know whether he should.
If he refused, he still owed Ankhseram a great many favors.
If he spared him, however, Zeref would surely become an immensely powerful enemy in the future.
Ankhseram frowned deeply as he looked at Zeref in his hand, then glanced at Li. After a long while, he let out a long sigh. "Can you tell me why you two started fighting? And why you were fighting to the death? Zeref, if you truly wanted to die, you shouldn't have used such a move against Li, should you?"
Li looked at Zeref and told Ankhseram everything that had happened between them. Yet after hearing him out, Ankhseram slowly shook his head. Li's heart sank at the