Silence lasted for a full three breaths inside the Futur Main Hall.
After three breaths, the six Saint Grade experts' expressions shifted from shock to humiliation and rage, then from humiliation and rage to even deeper terror.
Futur Xuan stared fixedly at the silver figure standing with his hands behind his back, his heart surging with turbulent waves.
He admitted that he had indeed underestimated Mo Yu.
He had thought that, with the lineup of six Saint Grade Heavenly Sovereigns from the Five Great Primordial Races, they would be more than enough to suppress Mo Yu. After all, with the Five Great Ancient Clans joining forces, even Saint Grade late-stage experts like Demon Slayer King Qin Tian, True Dragon Emperor, and Undying Lord would have to retreat.
But what he had not expected was that Mo Yu's strength would be so formidable, far beyond Futur Xuan's imagination.
However, the arrow was already nocked on the bowstring and had to be released.
If the six of them joined forces, only to be driven back by a single move from Mo Yu before simply giving up, where would the Five Great Ancient Clans put their dignity?!
"Everyone!" Futur Xuan roared. "Mo Yu is being so aggressive. There's no need to bother with rules! Join forces and suppress him!"
As his voice fell, he abruptly formed hand seals. The Futur phantom behind him, which had been knocked back ten thousand zhang, surged once more!
This time, the phantom was no longer merely condensed from spiritual energy. Countless ancient runes surfaced across it.
That was the foundation inherited by the Futur Ancient Clan over ten thousand years—their true clan-suppressing divine ability!
"Futur Prison Suppression, Eight Desolations Heaven Sealing!"
Boom!
The ten-thousand-zhang Futur phantom abruptly split apart, transforming into eight small Futur Pagodas that were