Mo Ze was a cultivator at the Demon Lord realm who lived in the Outer Realm Demonic Domain. His combat experience was no less than that of Spirit Realm cultivators of the same rank—in fact, it was even greater. Moreover, he had already fought several major battles in Qinggu Space.
In his view, even if Qin Fengming and Nian Lian fought to a victor, it would certainly take quite some time.
Even if Nian Lian used his binding divine ability to envelop Qin Fengming, given the formidable offensive methods the young cultivator had displayed before, he would inevitably cause Nian Lian considerable trouble.
Yet what Mo Ze had never expected was that the moment the two sides made contact, Nian Lian's shrill howl already rang out from within the sky-spanning green mist.
The situation had far exceeded Mo Ze's expectations.
He could never have imagined that Nian Lian, a peak Demon Lord avatar of Emperor Venerable Fudu, would be unable to withstand even one of Qin Fengming's attacks and would instead fall into his trap.
Just as Mo Ze heard the anguished cry and halted in place, hastily looking toward the sea of green mist, an extremely swift figure suddenly moved as well, shooting into the mist.
As the figure flashed forward, a huge palm print shot out first, violently striking into the green mist.
The enormous palm print flickered, yet no sound of it tearing through the air arose, as though it were merely a phantom palm shadow. It shot forward and struck directly against the green mist. The mist surged, and the huge palm print abruptly slowed.
"Hahaha, Fellow Daoist Nian's divine ability is truly extraordinary. It can even hinder Senior Gu Cang's attack." Seeing Gu Cang's attack blocked, Mo Ze could not help bursting into laughter.
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