"Li Mo is on the verge of collapse!"
"He's about to give out!"
At this moment, everyone from the Spirit Rhino Sect saw Li Mo swaying like a candle flame in the wind and pulled out all the stops.
At first, they had only attacked because the atmosphere had reached that point.
Not joining in would have made them look rather foolish.
Now, though, they saw hope of taking Li Mo down.
That was right. Those who remained were all elites of the Spirit Rhino Sect. Their endless stream of aversion rites, healing rituals, and curse-killing arts went off like firecrackers during New Year. Even a Dharma Body expert whose inner and outer worlds had merged into one would likely perish here with hatred in his heart, wouldn't he?
Especially since Li Mo looked as though he were barely holding on, as if he could collapse at any moment.
It was like a boss with only a sliver of health left, constantly beckoning at you. If you just pushed a little harder, you would see it burst into a ground full of glittering gold...
"Going through tribulations truly is the fastest way to improve the Eight-Nine Arcane Art."
While Li Mo cried, "Ah, I'm about to die," he also set his genius mind spinning.
Curses like curse-killing arts could also help him temper his arcane art.
Couldn't he find sects like the Spirit Rhino Sect and use the ultimate meaning of the King of Brawling on them? Wouldn't his physical strength then advance by leaps and bounds every day, just as it had today?
When people thought too much, they were easily distracted.
"How can Li Mo keep holding on for so long when his oil has run dry and his lamp is extinguished?"
"I feel like even his miserable