Just as Mo Lin's white hair fluttered, Immortal Qi swirled around him, and destructive immortal light gathered in his palm, ready to deliver the final blow to Palace Lord Shengyuan, whose realm had fallen and whose aura was feeble—
"Pfft—!"
Mo Lin's body suddenly shuddered, his face instantly turning pale as paper as he spat out a mouthful of dark golden blood! The vast, majestic Immortal Qi around him rapidly receded like a tide, his snow-white hair swiftly returning to black, while that terrifying aura that stood above all things plummeted as if from a deflating balloon!
Perfect Immortal Mode had abruptly ended at this very moment! The backlash surged forth, instantly reducing his aura to its weakest point. His combat strength fell directly from the pseudo-Saint level back to the early Divine Mansion Realm, and he was even weaker than before! His body swayed, nearly falling from the sky.
"Mo Lin!" Below, Yao Yao, who had been watching anxiously, paled in alarm and instinctively tried to rush forward regardless of everything!
However, the moment she moved, the invisible Spatial Confinement around her suddenly tightened, firmly binding her in place and leaving her unable to move!
She could only watch helplessly as Mo Lin suffered grievous injuries. Her beautiful eyes reddened with anxiety, her jade-like hands clenched tightly, her nails digging deep into her palms, yet she could not make even the slightest sound.
"Hahaha! Heaven is helping me!" Palace Lord Shengyuan, who had been filled with despair moments ago, froze before bursting into ecstatic laughter!
Although his realm had fallen and he was exceedingly weak, he still possessed the foundation of a pseudo-Saint. Seeing Mo Lin suddenly suffer a terrifying backlash and lose all combat power, how could he possibly let such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity slip by?
"You little