Li Yao's soul power at this moment was unprecedently strong. With a telepathic thought, he released a thunderstorm inside his brain. Countless streaks of lightning were electrifying the mental devil until it was begging for mercy.
"Spare my life, mister! Spare my life, mister! Ahhhh!"
"I truly despise you," Li Yao spat. "Are you really my 'dark personality'? So disgusting!"
The mental devil tried to explain itself while begging. "Ask for mercy when you cannot defeat your enemy and settle the scores when you have the opportunity. That's what a real man does. What's disgusting about that? Twenty years ago, in the magical equipment graveyard, we often begged for our enemy's mercy only to come back to them again later, didn't we? That's exactly your personality. Naturally, I am exactly like that!"
Li Yao narrowed his eyes. "So, you are waiting to 'settle the scores' when you have the opportunity next time?"