Self-imposed

"Lu Li!"

Ling Feidu said. "I know you can hear me. Come out and let us talk. It will not do us any good if we shed all pretenses of cordiality. Don't you agree?"

Lu Li did not answer. He knew that once he did, he could no longer stall so he had to pretend that he didn't hear this.

"Swish!"

Ling Feidu wielded his halberd. A ray of dark golden light landed on the Wicked Bead with tremendous force.

"Lu Lin, be sensible!"

Ling Feidu sneered. "Do you have the misconception that I cannot break this bead? We have so many of us and when we do it together, how long can your bead stand?"

Lu Li was silent. Ling Feidu pulled a long face. He walked over and a dark golden light from his hand covered up the Wicked Bead. He was trying to take control.

However… obviously, he did not have God of Wings' powers. An hour later, Lu Li noticed his spiritual connection to the Wicked Bead had not been weakened at all.