As the young man's figure suddenly flashed into view and a massive pressure erupted, a gigantic magic treasure the size of a small mountain appeared on the spot. Mo Tian, who had been battling four cultivators from the Ghost Realm, finally showed a drastic change in expression.
To be able to use an eerie divine ability to approach him while he was on high alert—such strength was enough to leave even him deeply shaken.
The enormous purple-black magic treasure descended from above like a crushing ceiling, and even Mo Tian dared not face its edge head-on.
But just as he was about to shoot away and dodge, the enormous treasure suddenly blazed with purple light. A surge of purple-black radiance spread downward, instantly enveloping him where he stood.
The instant that purple-black radiance touched his body, countless tiny particles carrying an intensely corrosive force, like grains of sand, rapidly battered against his protective barrier.
In an instant, Mo Tian's protective barrier flashed, then let out a buzzing hum.
Mo Tian was a clone of a Mahayana cultivator, so his experience in combat went without saying. If his true body had been here, he naturally would not have feared the attack of a mere ancient treasure. No matter how powerful that ancient treasure was, it would never have entered the eyes of a Mahayana cultivator.
But at present, Mo Tian's cultivation was only at the peak of the Devil Lord realm. His physical body was merely somewhat stronger than that of a Shapeshifting demon cultivator of the same rank. If the enormous treasure descending from above truly crushed him solidly, Mo Tian would definitely have no chance of survival.
Facing the powerful binding force of the purple-black radiance, Mo Tian's eyes suddenly narrowed. A furious roar burst from his mouth, and