"Plop!"
A very faint sound of blood dripping echoed at the bottom of the Nether River.
Between Duke Zhen Yue's brows, a smear of grim red spread out—
"Is this... Mental Hypnosis?"
Meng Xiao's pupils narrowed into a line, bursting with dazzling golden light. A strong premonition of impending doom surged within him, yet he had no time to react. The blood pearl that struck his brow evaporated rapidly into a mist, seemingly dissipating but already seeping into his skin and coursing along his bloodstream, directly targeting the location of his Spirit Sea.
Yes.
This was Gu Shen's "last resort."
He certainly didn't expect the Devil to help him win this fight; the guy in the Ruler was ultimately just a "spectator." The few pointers given before proved useful, but ultimately, it was all to facilitate reaching a deal.
He was well aware.
This battle had to be won on his own.
And for those Transcendents trying to close in on him, the best countermeasure was Chi Huo.
Hypnosis!
