On the stone platform, the atmosphere slowly solidified, with a faint, cold killing intent flowing through it.
The gazes of Huang Xuan and the other two were all fixed on Mo Yu. Clearly, they had reached the same decision: before the Desolate Ancestor Body appeared, they would eliminate Mo Yu first.
Under their watchful gazes, however, Mo Yu's expression remained calm. His pitch-black eyes stared at Huang Xuan as he smiled. "It seems that an outsider like me isn't very welcome."
Huang Xuan said indifferently, "Although Mo Prison Lord is the successor of the Primeval Ancestral Ape and should have the qualifications to inherit the Desolate Ancestor Body, our Desolate Ancient Clan has guarded it for so many years that we have long since regarded it as our exclusive possession.
"If Mo Prison Lord withdraws now, our Desolate Ancient Clan will certainly repay you handsomely in the future. But if you insist on going your own way, we can only accompany you to the end."
Huang Lie and Huang Ye, standing nearby, did not speak, but they also stared coldly at Mo Yu.
Although the three of them had been hostile toward one another while competing for the Desolate Ancestor Body, in the face of an outsider like Mo Yu, they had clearly reached the same conclusion.
That was to eliminate this outsider, Mo Yu, first!
Mo Yu clearly understood their intentions. He immediately smiled and said, "Since that's the case, I'll have to experience the abilities of the three experts from the Desolate Ancient Clan."
As soon as he finished speaking, a decisive look flashed through Mo Yu's eyes. He waved his sleeve, and the ring on his finger flickered with a dim light. A torrent swept out, transforming directly behind him into an imposing army filled with battle