"I think you're about done for."
Chen Changming gave a cold smile and charged in once more, Slaughter Demon Sword in hand.
He wanted Mo Lihai's mind to go numb after such prolonged fighting, creating an opening he could exploit.
"Madman, you really are a madman!"
Mo Lihai flew into a rage, pulled himself together, and resumed his fierce battle with Chen Changming.
Ancient Buddha was startled at the sight.
He had not expected this human youth who had inherited the Ancient Demon's legacy to be even fiercer than himself, one of the Six Ancients. It seemed Chen Changming would not rest until he had killed Mo Lihai.
Ancient Buddha joined the battle as well.
Two against one, the pair seized the upper hand and suppressed Mo Lihai completely.
The battle continued for another half month.
The three of them grew even more mentally exhausted, especially Mo Lihai. He constantly felt as though a breath was trapped in his chest, leaving him unbearably uncomfortable.
"Damn it, I have an immortal body. Why should I waste time with them? Even if the Slaughter Demon Sword cuts a few small wounds on me, it's no big deal."
The more Mo Lihai thought about it, the more unbalanced he felt, and he began cursing furiously.
Once that mindset arose, Mo Lihai no longer wanted to keep fighting so fearlessly.
Fighting was worse than simply lying flat.
He could not die anyway, so he might as well let those two do whatever they pleased.
In the end, both of them would still die.
With that thought, Mo Lihai stopped fighting.
"I am tired. Do as you please."
Mo Lihai covered his head with both hands, drew all the demonic smoke back into his body, and curled himself into the shape of a shrimp, protecting