Mo Yu's words, "vanish without a trace," were like the final war drum, sounding the prelude to an even more savage slaughter.
He stood alone amid the torrent of Chaos Thunder Sea cascading from above. His black robe whipped in the wind, his gaze flashing like lightning. Facing the joint attack of the Futur Ancient Clan's Clan Head and the Maha Ancient Clan's Great Elder, he showed not the slightest retreat. Instead, his soaring battle intent was like a raging fire thrown into boiling oil, burning even more violently!
"Arrogant! Today, I'll let you see the true foundation of the Ancient Clans!"
Mohetian wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, the resentment and killing intent in his eyes almost solidifying.
He exchanged a look with Futur Xuan, and both saw resolve in the other's eyes.
If they could not suppress Mo Yu here, what face would the two Ancient Clans have left?
"Futur Demon-Suppressing Light!"
Futur Xuan changed his technique first. He swung the Futur Sacred Staff, and the somewhat dim phantom of the Saint Pagoda behind him solidified once more.
At the base of the pagoda, a black-and-white beam condensed to the extreme, as though it could suppress the Nine Netherworlds. Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, it shot toward Mo Yu silently yet faster than lightning!
The beam contained not purification, but the ultimate power of suppression and sealing. Wherever it passed, even the scattered Thunder Power was forcibly frozen in place!
Almost simultaneously, Mohetian formed an extremely complicated ancient seal with both hands. The dark-gold spiritual energy around him seethed as though it were burning!
"Maha Heaven-Swallowing Realm!"
A dark-gold domain rapidly expanded with him at its center. Within it was not the tolerance of Maha Boundless Energy, but a terrifying power of devouring and