Though he had been set up, Li Su's strength was there for all to see.
Even without using the Supreme, the Heavenly Gang and Earthly Fiend Arts alone were still among the world's most supreme Daoist arts and divine abilities.
Coupled with the layer of skin he wore, although his strength had been suppressed, he had no significant weaknesses. Under such circumstances, capturing him was no easier than defeating those five fellows.
Transforming into a little sparrow, Li Su quietly perched atop a treetop and watched the people flying overhead.
There were many searching for him; the surrounding area was packed with people.
Fortunately, that warning only sounded once every seven days, and its range was broad, making direct targeting impossible. As long as he was careful, it would not be much of a problem.
The only rather troublesome matter was the miscellaneous Daos.
His carrying capacity was still six million, while his comprehension count had already reached around 8.6 million.
Without a doubt, he was not far from ten million.
But there was one problem: after exceeding eight million, the amount he gained began to shrink drastically.
Even a Ten-Million Dao Realm could provide fewer than a hundred miscellaneous Daos. As for Taiyi, it was practically a mosquito's thigh. Unless he directly looted corpses—killed someone and searched their origin directly—there would be little to gain.
Even if Li Su truly were a foreign race, he would not dare do such a thing, much less when he was not.
The Earth Clan tournament's battles were indeed brutal and bloodthirsty, but that was generally between opponents of the same level, where the disparity in power was not too great.
If one side was too strong, far surpassing the other, surrendering and admitting defeat was still possible.
The death rate was not