Adams had no choice but to admire Mo Qiong's quick thinking.
That sudden move had been truly dangerous, attempting to wipe out everyone in one go with Soul Extraction.
Yet Mo Qiong had thought of a way to counter it in an instant. When he saw the Sun Wheel above Aton's head spinning as it cast its spell, he immediately thought of using the Electric Fan Deity to counteract it.
With his incredibly skilled ability control, teleportation, drawing, and praying had flowed together seamlessly.
By reversing the Sun Wheel's direction of rotation, he had apparently severely affected Aton's abilities and interrupted Soul Extraction.
It had even pleasantly surprised him by causing the Sun Wheel to crack open.
The damage to the Sun Wheel seemed to have affected Aton greatly. The ancient god's face became extraordinarily savage.
The golden light that had originally dazzled from his body dimmed considerably, and he shrank by a full circle.
Of course, as he dimmed, the wheel repaired itself, becoming perfectly round once more.
Clearly, Aton had paid a considerable price to mend the thing.
"Throwing yourself into the net! Die!"
Aton burned with rage, instantly erupting with intense light like a solar flare and directly drowning Mo Qiong.
That furious attack was far too fast. Mo Qiong might not have been able to react in time, and even if he had, it might not have helped.
That was because Aton had cleverly controlled the Best Metal Warehouse Mo Qiong had used to teleport in, transforming it into countless hair-thin strands.
He understood Mo Qiong's abilities very well, so this was precisely to prevent Mo Qiong from teleporting.
"Mo Qiong!" Adams cried out in alarm.
Mo Qiong had saved two hundred million people. All two hundred million had entered the Dao, so after Soul Extraction