After fighting Carrera and Ultima for so long, Mo Li had not forgotten that he was testing the Primordial Three Females—there were three of them!
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Testarossa, who stood not far away with a thin sword in hand, still carefully observing the situation.
Still waiting? I hope you can give me a different kind of experience.
Feeling the bullets closing in, now only inches away, Mo Li lightly waved his right hand. A Rock Spear condensed from Rock Element appeared in his grasp.
With a casual sweep, he blocked every shot aimed at him.
Just like that, the first coordinated attack from the two women was effortlessly stopped by Mo Li.
"Still not enough. Is this all the strength you two have? Too... weak."
Every sweep of Mo Li's spear neutralized nearly all the bullets fired by Carrera. While blocking Carrera's attacks, he also kept Ultima in check. No—it was no longer merely keeping her in check. Mo Li was now completely overwhelming Ultima.
Mo Li with a weapon and Mo Li empty-handed were two entirely different concepts.
At this moment, the strength and techniques Ultima had been so proud of improving over this period truly amounted to little more than a superficial grasp before Mo Li.
Especially "technique." Before this Martial God, Ultima finally realized just how crude her martial arts and techniques truly were!
The gap between herself and the Emperor in this regard was like a firefly compared to the bright moon, dust compared to heaven and earth.
It was a gap so vast that she could not see its end at a glance.
But that was not what truly weighed on Ultima's mind. What made her heart tremble was Mo Li's earlier remark: "Too weak!"
The moment