"Heavens, what are we seeing?"
Qingyun, Lü Jian, and the other three Venerables stared blankly at the scene before them. Their breathing seemed to have stopped; they could scarcely believe their eyes.
A single strike had cleared half the battlefield of mutant beasts.
Their gazes turned toward the figure standing in the center of the battlefield, their eyes filled with horror.
"Is this really still the Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm?"
Venerable Lingsu could not help swallowing. Fear filled his gaze as he looked at Fang Mo. Remembering his earlier displeasure with Fang Mo now sent a chill down his spine.
Fang Mo wouldn't hold a grudge, would he?
Fang Mo was equally stunned. He stood panting with his blade in hand, but his eyes shone as brightly as the sun.
The Savage Ancient True Body Realm had three stages, and he had become this powerful after only breaking through to the second.
Now that the Savage Bone Battle Marks on his torso were complete, his combat strength had instantly doubled, and his True Dragon Blood had grown even stronger. A single strike had slain half the ice-type mutant beasts on the battlefield. How powerful would he become once he completed the third stage and finished condensing the Savage Bone Battle Marks on his limbs?
Just then, the Bronze Mirror trembled and rang inside Fang Mo's mind, while an intense sense of danger exploded in his heart.
No, there's danger!
Fang Mo's heart suddenly tightened. The Bronze Mirror was warning him; there could be no mistake.
But before he could react, powerful wills instantly locked onto him. Their terrifying pressure pinned him down like mountains.
Three True Lords' pressure!
Feeling those three terrifying waves of pressure, Fang Mo felt as though his heart would burst.
Even one True Lord's pressure would