Chen Mo twirled his saber and watched the three men hopping about with rather excessive enthusiasm. His curiosity had already settled. Now, it was time for him to attack.
After their brief exchange just now, he had gained a general understanding of the three Sorcerers' abilities.
Now that he understood them, there was no need to keep dragging things out.
"You three had quite a good time just now, didn't you? Now it's my turn!" With that, he held his saber horizontally. It gradually began to radiate scorching heat as he infused the blade with True Essence carrying True Fire.
Since the air was so cold right now, he might as well add a little warmth and see how they liked it.
When the three men saw Chen Mo's saber become scorching hot in an instant, their faces turned even paler.
They were currently in bodies of yin coldness. Although they were not particularly afraid of yang fire after merging together, it would still affect them to some extent.
Especially now, with the blade burning hot right before them, they could feel its heat. The temperature around them, which their earlier attacks had lowered, now formed waves of white steam-like mist near the blade!
"Damn it! Stop holding back! Attack with everything you have!" the leading middle-aged man shouted.
The other two immediately responded and accelerated toward Chen Mo.
There was no need to hold anything back now. Destroying this unusual youngster with all their strength was what mattered most.
Of course, the language the middle-aged man shouted in was not one Chen Mo could understand. He was speaking Siamese, so Chen Mo had no idea what he had said.
Still, even if he could not understand the words, he could guess from the three men's expressions and movements that