The bizarre scene nearly scared Commander Bai's envoy pissless. With a violent jolt, he toppled to the ground, then scrambled and rolled away to one side, terrified that this demon saber—which could be controlled by a martial artist to slay an Innate Realm expert and even drink blood—would kill him as well.
As for the others watching, each had their own thoughts, their expressions exceedingly grave. When they looked at the Miao saber formed by Evil Calamity, there was even a trace of reverence in their eyes.
Mo Li's cultivation had been extremely high. Within the Innate Realm, he could be considered top-notch. Moreover, he had not cultivated into a martial artist through training, but fought his way there. As a great bandit who had once lorded over a region, he had battled who knew how many formidable men before tempering such exquisite skill.
Even among the Divine Might Army's upper ranks, Mo Li's martial arts could by no means have been considered among the weakest.
Yet such an expert had been slain in a single move by an evil weapon, with even his vital blood devoured. This soul-shaking sight was simply too impactful. Meng Zhao's martial path seemed to have grown ever more profound, gradually reaching a level of terrifying strength they could no longer comprehend.
Today, Meng Zhao could remotely control Evil Calamity and kill Mo Li in one move. In the future, he could use the same method against them. This could also be called Meng Zhao's warning to them before his departure.
Of course, while some individuals were shocked by the mystery of Meng Zhao's methods, they could still glimpse certain subtleties within them, using them to deepen their own understanding and broaden their foundations and knowledge.
Sword shadows flickered dimly in He Wuji's eyes as