One punch after another, dragons and serpents danced wildly.
Seeing what was happening around him, even Li Mo's eyes widened.
Zhu Rong had gone mad!
Li Mo took a blow head-on.
The dragons' and serpents' overwhelming force instantly scattered the golden light around him.
This time, Li Mo clearly sensed that his Great Sun Glazed Golden Body had nearly been broken through.
Even with the Sea-Calming Pearl in hand, he was still a step behind Zhu Rong in strength.
The Demon Race panicked.
Mo Huang, who had been gaining the upper hand, was suddenly being beaten back.
Golden light flashed wildly across him. It looked as if he might be blasted apart at any moment.
"What happened? What did Zhu Rong just do?"
"How did Mo Huang suddenly end up on the back foot?"
"Could Mo Huang lose?"
"Lose your ass! Mo Huang definitely won't lose. You don't know shit!"
But the Demon Race's great powers all fell silent.
After a long while, Ancestral Dragon finally spoke. "Zhu Rong has burned his Ancestral Witch essence blood. He's fighting for his life. His combat strength has increased by at least fifty percent compared to before."
"It seems this time, it really will be difficult for fellow Daoist Li Mo to win. Even surviving is uncertain," Tongtian Daoist said calmly.
Daoist Duobao watched the sky, his expression grave.
Yuanfeng rested her slender, pale hand on the golden hairpin at the back of her head.
Death?
She wouldn't allow it!
If anything truly went wrong, she would immediately intervene.
The last time Li Mo disappeared for a thousand years, she had worried enough. She didn't want to keep worrying.
As if sensing her unease, Di Jun stood with his hands behind his back and said, "Don't worry. Mo Huang will be fine."
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