"Why..."
After trying everything and still being unable to stop himself from retreating, Group owner finally felt frogman-level astonishment.
He could not understand such resolute power.
Even the heart of a high-ranking servant of the Great Will could not understand it.
How was this a younger brother? This was absolutely mysterious power on the level of an Evil God.
Mo Qiong stood not far in front of him, yet his tentacles could not advance even an inch. Instead, they kept retreating, as though a short distance had become the ends of the earth.
"Huh?" Group owner finally faced Mo Qiong seriously. From a frogman's perspective, he immediately realized that Mo Qiong was the strongest person in the Superpower Alliance.
In fact, this was not a power humans should possess at all.
He did not know that he would be sent toward the Himalayas at a speed of 2.5 centimeters per second. This slow exile was almost no different from imprisonment.
He could not even enter the game anymore. Along this route, he could not go anywhere else; he could only head to some place in the Himalayas.
That push had directly revoked his ability to enter the game.
"Whose power is this?" Group owner asked.
"Mine..." Mo Qiong smiled.
"Grrr..." An eerie sound came from Group owner's abdomen, and a strange power pointed straight at Mo Qiong.
Seawater that had appeared from nowhere filled Mo Qiong's lungs and surged into his alveoli.
Seawater Curse Killing Technique!
It had nothing to do with will. It would make a person die in the torment of suffocation.
The technique descended inside Mo Qiong's body out of thin air, unaffected by the 'strange retreat.'
"Hmph!"
Mo Qiong endured the agony, spat out a mouthful of seawater, and covered his mouth and nose with combat