The magic power gathered more and more, and the once stagnant feeling returned to Yang Yu.
The magic briefly controlled by Bai Jin and the others, along with the magic used by them, was once again controlled by Lux.
Facing Yang Yu's unstoppable attack, Lux once again had the means to counter.
Lux raised the Holy Sword, pointed toward the sky, and the dense magic power settled down again.
The heaviness on his shoulder caused Yang Yu's speed to plummet, and his previously elusive figure was once again exposed to Lux's eyes.
Lux said expressionlessly:
"Won't talk, huh?
Since you don't want to talk, then I'll destroy you first, directly dominate your soul, and ask what your soul truly desires.
Or maybe it won't be necessary.
You might just display it shortly.
No matter what you do, it's just a futile struggle."
Freed from passive defense, Lux's body gleamed, and in a few short seconds, he cast multiple enhancement spells on himself.
