Harvest

Li Su's brow furrowed tightly. Although he had won, his expression was far from pleasant.

It was not because of what the other party had said while fleeing, but because the Dao Fruit had emerged.

Its emergence itself was nothing; that had been his original objective.

But this had not been a normal breakthrough. It had been forced. Dao Fruits like Supreme Flesh had helped the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit break free from the black mist ahead of time.

This had undoubtedly drained the other six Dao Fruits heavily. That was very bad. For the moment, the black mist had sealed them as thoroughly as if they were dead, hiding his Dao Fruits in the deepest recesses, leaving only the faintest intangible sense of them.

Damn it!

Under normal circumstances, after a little more time, he would have been able to break the seal naturally, destroy it from within, and walk out himself.

Well, this was great. Although the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit had been freed, the others had sunk in even deeper instead.

His consciousness sank inward. Li Su looked at the Dao Fruits sealed by the black mist. He could clearly see them, yet his connection with them had been completely severed, as if he were deep in the mountains and the signal simply could not get through.

Hm?

Li Su froze abruptly. This thing...?

Beneath the Yin-Yang Dao Fruit was a clump of something. It was black mist—or, more precisely, something that had been stripped away from Li Su's Dao Fruit. It stood there in a riot of colors, utterly bizarre.

After the Dao Fruit had forcibly broken free, it had been continuously contaminated by the power of the Six Saints spilling from Li Su's Yin-Yang Dao Fruit, completely wrapped up and meant to be annihilated. Yet even after