At the critical moment, Ye Mo's emergence from seclusion gave Ye Xiwen an enormous surprise. The situation in the Mystic Realm was ever-changing, and it was becoming increasingly unfavorable for him.
He could sense it: the feeling of an impending storm was growing stronger and stronger.
One misstep, and when the time came, even he himself might be dragged into it.
His strength might seem formidable already, but before those ancient old monsters, he was still far from enough.
Time was both the thing he had in greatest abundance and the thing he lacked most. He did not have that much time to waste.
"But the Lord of Darkness has lost all his cultivation. You'll have to start cultivating from scratch!" Ye Xiwen frowned.
"What is so difficult about that? This is a Godbody. With my martial experience, catching up to you will take only a short while!" Ye Mo said confidently. He had every reason for such confidence. Not to mention that this was a Godbody, a Godbody countless people dreamed of obtaining—even in his original state, he had already been a peak god expert.
The extent of his strength was far beyond what Ye Xiwen could imagine.
"The feeling of having a fleshly body again is truly wonderful. Still, this body needs some time to adjust, though that is only because it is the shell of a god. Otherwise, an ordinary body simply could not contain my Primordial Spirit and would collapse completely!" Ye Mo said with emotion. "Once I recover my cultivation, I'll personally wrench off the Abyssal Demon Lord's head and use it to honor You Lian!"
A trace of savagery appeared on Ye Mo's face. Like an Asura crawling out of hell, his face was wreathed in endless black qi, brimming with Killing Intent.
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