Isn't that fucking obvious?!
Chen Mo looked speechlessly at Jayavarman II, who was walking along while muttering to himself.
"Heh-heh!" What else could he say? He could only answer with that. It wasn't as though he lacked common sense. Seeing that kind of light visible to the naked eye, if he had charged in without a care, there would have been something wrong with him.
Besides, when he had been preparing to attack Jayavarman II while his strength was increasing, waves of palpitations had come from his Spiritual Sea, making him abandon the idea of attacking. Sometimes, the Spiritual Sea was useless, but when it came to warning him of danger, he still trusted it quite a bit.
Because Chen Mo's Spiritual Sea was far stronger than his actual cultivation, his premonition of danger was also much sharper.
Seeing that Chen Mo had no intention of responding, Jayavarman II did not care much.
Since Chen Mo had not taken the bait, they would settle it with their hands. Although he could not quite judge Chen Mo's strength, from their previous clash when he had still been in Naga form, Chen Mo's strength should not have been too high—probably only at the early Foundation Establishment Realm.
That was why he had originally endured without transforming. He had wanted to wait until his Mental Power recovered, then use it to return to his original body. That way, he would not have had to pay such a heavy price.
But unexpectedly, before his Mental Power could recover, this white skin before him had pierced him with an embroidery needle. If he had continued enduring that, he would sooner or later have been toyed to death by that embroidery needle.
Therefore, restoring his original body and destroying this white skin before him was the