Tian Mo was Slain
"How about it? Do you think you can kill me?" Jiang Chen looked at Tian Mo before him.
Tian Mo was trembling with fear.
"No, we can't. We can't kill you." Tian Mo smiled bitterly.
They had lost. They had lost miserably.
Before this, they had thought that when they encountered Jiang Chen, they would be able to crush him, torturing him however they pleased.
But the tables had turned. When they encountered Jiang Chen, they were the ones being crushed.
"All right, you can die now." After Jiang Chen finished speaking, he was about to swing his blade and cut down Tian Mo before him.
As for the blood-qi power of the other Devil Race experts, Jiang Chen had already circulated his cultivation technique and absorbed it.
After entering the Deity Transformation Realm, Jiang Chen's efficiency in absorbing spiritual power had increased greatly.
His body was like an endless black hole, dragging in the surrounding spiritual power and devouring it all.
Sometimes, even Hong Ling felt afraid. This method of devouring spiritual power was far too overbearing.
She truly could not understand what level of cultivation technique Jiang Chen practiced. It was simply too domineering.
But Hong Ling tactfully chose not to ask.
"Don't, don't kill me! Spare me! Please, I beg you to spare me this once!" Tian Mo hurriedly pleaded with Jiang Chen.
Faced with death, Tian Mo was afraid.
In the past, others had begged him for mercy, but he had remained unmoved, even taking pleasure in it. In the end, he had still killed them.
He had never imagined that one day, when it was his turn to face death, he would be no different from those people he had encountered before. Faced with death, he was afraid too. He did