Watching Hu Liena twist and dart through the air, dodging his attacks several times, Demon Douluo cursed inwardly.
"Troublesome little girl! I thought she'd be much easier to deal with than that Angel Martial Soul user, but she's just as difficult."
Logically and rationally, Demon Douluo knew full well that he had to finish off the person in front of him, ensuring that the formation he had meticulously prepared could achieve its intended effect before reinforcements from Spirit Hall and Grace Hall arrived.
Yet Hu Liena continuously used her divine power and all manner of spiritual Soul Skills to wear down his mental strength, while emotionally suppressing Demon Douluo's desire to attack.
As a result, every attack Demon Douluo used required greater mental effort, and he even had to use mental power just to activate Soul Skills he could normally unleash with a casual gesture!
Two words described it perfectly: what a loss!
Others might not know what sort of physical condition Demon Douluo was in, but he himself had always known very well.
As an old man who might have been far older than Golden Crocodile Douluo, and an old man who had used abnormal secret techniques to prolong his life for many years, it was not only his body that was frail—his mental power and soul were as well.
Over the years, among the remaining evil Soul Masters, only he possessed the most knowledge. The other Titled Douluo-level evil Soul Masters had no idea how many side effects and lingering consequences came with using those life-extending secret techniques.
Otherwise, with his actual combat strength, he would never have been able to intimidate the other Titled Douluo-level evil Soul Masters. The Abyss Demon Sect would have long since been carved up by those wolves, tigers, demons, and monsters.
Thus,