You Have No Choice! Hmph!
Fang Mo gave a cold snort, and it boomed within the two men's Primordial Spirits like an exploding thunderclap, making their bodies sway as if their heads were splitting apart.
Blood silently flowed from their nostrils. Their faces turned pale, their eyes filled with terror as the shadow of death descended over them.
Not good, could he be planning to kill us!
No, impossible. If he wanted to kill us, he would never have come to see us!
No, that's wrong. He had killing intent. He truly doesn't care about us. That look in his eyes—he sees us as ants, as worthless weeds...
Purple Wing's thoughts churned like a kaleidoscope, one thought after another crashing in, leaving him utterly unable to calm down and think. He admitted that his mind was in chaos, and that he was afraid. He deeply regretted testing Fang Mo earlier, even trying to seize the upper hand.
What kind of existence was the other party? He was the sole Holy Realm!
At that moment, the terrifying will suddenly receded like a tide, and the force imprisoning the space vanished. Purple Wing finally regained control of his body. He swayed, then braced both hands against the tea table and panted heavily.
Hazy Moon swayed as well and collapsed onto the cushion, gasping continuously, terror still filling her eyes.
Yu Lei supported himself with both hands on the ground, breathing like a bull. Beads of sweat emerged on his forehead before dripping onto the floor, while fear surged in his eyes.
Just now, he had thought he was doomed. The intense helplessness of surviving a calamity flooded every nerve in his body.
How many years had it been?
Since becoming a War Emperor—five hundred years, or three hundred? He had never again