Li Su was starting to lose it!
What was happening before his eyes was simply too absurd—so bizarre it was downright fucking uncanny.
It was like one of those novels he had read before, except the protagonist was not Li Su, but this fellow before him, whom he had forced into such a wretched state and gravely wounded.
Right, do not misunderstand. Li Su had not reached that conclusion merely because the other party was counterattacking him while fleeing.
In fact, he had already sensed something was wrong after failing to take the other party down five times.
Granted, the other party had several thousand years of accumulated experience, exceptionally rich combat skills, and an unexpectedly vast number of Dao techniques and divine abilities, all cultivated to astonishing heights.
But so did Li Su!
He too had mastered numerous divine abilities and possessed several thousand years of combat experience. More than that, he had experienced the Daluo Realm, and his current cultivation was even higher—an entire level above the other party's.
Yet the result of the battle was that the other party escaped from his grasp time and time again.
No matter how many methods one had for fleeing, they could not withstand Li Su's monstrous comprehension.
If he saw it, he could understand it. If he understood it, he could see through it.
Under such circumstances, it should not have been difficult for Li Su to break the other party's techniques, injure him, and grievously wound him.
Yet in reality, he had interrupted the other party's escape more than twenty times. While he had indeed wounded him each time, none of those injuries had harmed his foundation.
That was the fundamental reason the other party had endured twenty-eight rounds without being taken down by him.
Undoubtedly, this was strange.