Huh? What's going on?
Zhu Que gazed at Mo Ze's sweeping strike, a hint of confusion creeping into her heart. "His strength... has it diminished?"
Mo Ze gripped his sword and slashed with all his might. For some reason, his movements had become much slower, and his swings felt more labored.
Bai Ran merely had to shift her body slightly to easily dodge the attack.
"Damn it! Why can't I hit her!" Mo Ze gritted his teeth, his eyes fixed on Bai Ran, brimming with killing intent and rage.
Bai Ran frowned. Faced with Mo Ze's increasingly sluggish movements, she raised her hand slightly and blocked his sword.
"The strength gained from the seven emotions and six desires will also vanish as they reawaken, Mo Ze, don't you understand yet?"
When facing Long Jinhan, he could fight effortlessly, even nearly killing Zhu Que.
But against Bai Ran, this sister who was so gentle in his memories, his movements unconsciously slowed down...
"Silence! My strength as an Emperor can never decline!" Mo Ze's voice trembled. Impossible, absolutely impossible!
Bai Ran knitted her brows. Perhaps due to their shared blood, her heart ached intermittently, and the hand hidden behind her back was almost digging into her flesh.
Those who are pitiful must have something detestable about them, and those who are detestable must have something tragic to endure.
The mistakes Mo Ze had committed were truly countless. She couldn't let him off just because his plight was pitiful, even if he was her... own brother...
Bai Ran lowered her gaze, her sword-wielding hand trembling uncontrollably. But truly, she found it hard to strike...
This is bad! The Palace Master of Yaochi Palace below gasped, looking at Mo Ze with panic.
Damn it, the Divine Emperor's emotions have truly reawakened. He needs to find a way...
But in the next moment, a sharp beastly claw appeared before him, pressing against his throat.
"What are you trying to do?" Lin Ze narrowed his eyes, his emerald green gaze seeming to pierce through the Palace Master's heart.
"So you are the Palace Master of Yaochi Palace." A cold voice echoed from behind. The Palace Master of Yaochi Palace felt a surge of panic.
He was the one who forged the mental shackles, and the one who had kept Mo Ze trapped in the Qi Huang formation for years.
"It's this bastard! Hurry! Kill him!" Long Yu rushed over angrily, raising his hand to deliver a heavy punch to the Palace Master of Yaochi Palace.
Long Yu remembered clearly that it was this dog hiding behind the scenes and ambushing him that led to his imprisonment and control by the Divine Realm for several hundred years!
"No! Don't!" The Palace Master of Yaochi Palace struggled, constantly begging for mercy.
But how could Lin Ze and Long Yu be reasoned with? With a flick of Lin Ze's wrist, the Palace Master's head fell.
The moment the Palace Master of Yaochi Palace's head hit the ground, all the heavenly soldiers, who were bound by the blood rain, suddenly twitched. In the next instant, they all hung their heads, losing consciousness.
Long Yu stared at the dazed heavenly soldiers and asked in confusion, "What's going on?"
Lin Ze wiped the blood from his hands, his expression calm. "It was the Palace Master of Yaochi Palace. He controlled all the heavenly soldiers with his mental energy."
Now that he is dead, all the heavenly soldiers have naturally lost their control.
"Kid, doesn't mental energy only control inanimate objects?" Using it for attack was one thing, but control was another. Long Yu was bewildered.
"Yes, mental energy can only control inanimate objects." Lin Ze sighed, meeting Long Yu's gaze. "But no one said these heavenly soldiers were living people."
What! Long Yu's pupils constricted, and he looked at the heavenly soldiers with disbelief.
"Not living people! Then what are they?"
"Puppets."
"Puppets..." Long Yu's eyes widened. "Could it be that the puppets you're talking about are!"
Lin Ze nodded slowly, looking up at Mo Ze in the air. "It's a unique ability of the Wu tribe, living puppets..."
High in the sky, Mo Ze's eyes were a terrifying crimson. He stared fixedly at Bai Ran, his gaze so venomous it seemed he wanted to tear her apart.
"In the end, your goal is still to take my life."
Mo Ze curved his lips slightly, his voice laced with infinite killing intent. "With your demon bloodline, you are truly hypocritical..."
A nameless rage ignited, and Bai Ran's sword-wielding hand trembled.
The four moons hid strangely behind the clouds. Blood flowed like a river on the battlefield. Long Yu, Xiao Zi, Xuan Qinghong, Long Jinhan, everyone stared at the sky.
The scene before them was exactly what they had seen in the Sea of Consciousness...
"Father will return to normal, and Mother can be resurrected... Mo Ze, how long will you continue to deceive yourself!"
"Your seven emotions and six desires have long reawakened!"
And no one... will force you to be strong like those commoners...
Veins bulged on Mo Ze's neck, as if he were enduring something. However, in the next moment, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Those four moons, were they caused by you?"
This sudden, nonsensical question stunned everyone.
"No, what is Mo Ze asking?"
"Perhaps he's changing the subject?"
Bai Ran stared at Mo Ze, her pupils trembling slightly. "What if it was, and what if it wasn't?"
"It seems so."
He slowly lowered his eyelids, and under everyone's incredulous gaze, he dropped the long sword in his hand.
Mo Ze raised his eyes, a hint of a smile appearing in his gaze towards Bai Ran. "As you wish, I, the Emperor, have stopped."
Everyone stared at Mo Ze, who had suddenly conceded, frozen in place. Even Bai Ran didn't understand his intentions.
"What are you plotting..." Bai Ran eyed him suspiciously.
"I surrender." Mo Ze lowered his gaze, unfathomable dark currents swirling in his eyes.
"If I have to state a reason... it's because I have one more wish..."
Mo Ze lowered his head, his expression unreadable. "To see Father and Mother one last time..."
He no longer resisted, surrendering his life. Instead, he only wished to live a little longer, to see his parents one last time...
Thus, Mo Ze was bound by a rope specially made by Long Yu. Even if his limbs were broken, he could never escape.
"Will he be this obedient? Just quietly wait for death?" Jiang Ye glanced at Mo Ze, always feeling that he was plotting something bigger.
"To be honest, I also feel that Mo Ze is still up to something." Zhu Que agreed.
The Divine Realm was breached, and Mo Ze was imprisoned. At this moment, the clan elder finally arrived with the ghost tribe.
"Hahaha, little girl, those gray spiritual energies are indeed related to the forbidden land in the west."