"Pseudo-Emperor level truly was formidable!"
Lin Xuan watched the two great powers collapse once more, inwardly marveling.
Mo Wuya's gaze became calm, as though he had done something utterly insignificant.
The five elders of the Heaven Desolate Sacred Land were ecstatic.
"As expected of an Earth Fiend-level existence. Lin Xuan cannot stir up any waves at all."
"Heh... in the end, he will have to pay the price."
"What a pity. The Limitless Sacred Land did not hold on until Lord Mo Wuya arrived; otherwise, he would not have been able to uproot their foundations."
The five elders watched everything in the sky, their hearts completely at ease.
Without question, from this moment onward, Lin Xuan was already a dead man in their eyes.
In their eyes, the calm-faced Mo Wuya already possessed an overwhelming bearing. Lin Xuan could no longer stir up any waves.
"Such power is indeed rare among humans. No wonder ignorant humans would revere you as a myth of this age."
"What a pity. The human race's talent is limited. Within the heavens and earth of this lower realm, the heights you can reach are extremely limited."
At this moment, Mo Wuya's voice rang out. At the same time, his figure began to rise, quickly reaching the same height as Lin Xuan.
This time, Long Ze did not rise any higher, allowing Lin Xuan to look down on Mo Wuya.
It was not that he did not want to, but that he could not.
As Mo Wuya rose, an incomparably powerful aura erupted around him, forcefully suppressing Long Ze.
That power was as vast and endless as mountains and seas. Light of Power surged around Long Ze, yet even with his full eruption, he seemed to have sunk into a mire, unable to rise any higher.