"Damn human, I never thought you'd be this hard to deal with. You forced me to do this. Just wait—I'll let you taste the flavor of despair now."
Mo Yi shouted, then did something that left everyone present dumbfounded.
No one knew what method he had used, but the twelve Blood Moon Curved Sabers surrounding him all trembled at once before flying toward the Sovereign Tool-grade Blood Moon Curved Saber in his hand.
Fusion?
The fusion of all the Blood Moon Curved Sabers?
Seeing this, even Qin Shaofeng, who had felt somewhat relieved, was seized by a violently pounding unease.
The fusion of just two high-grade precious Blood Moon Curved Sabers had created a Sovereign Tool.
What if there were twelve of them?
Not right—more accurately, there were fourteen!
Such a fusion was surely anything but simple.
Could this be Mo Yi's final trump card?
Including Qin Shaofeng, quite a few people had the same thought upon seeing Mo Yi's actions.
At this moment, no one noticed that Mo Yuan, the Devil Race expert on the void viewing platform, had a trace of regret flash through his eyes after seeing Mo Yi's actions, along with a hint of gratification.
No one knew what Mo Yuan was thinking at that moment, because everyone had been stunned by Mo Yi's actions.
However, Qin Shaofeng quickly reacted.
No matter how many Blood Moon Curved Sabers were being fused, Qin Shaofeng believed that Mo Yi would never do something like this casually. There was definitely some danger involved, or some unforeseen consequence.
Thus, Qin Shaofeng immediately charged at Mo Yi, intending to interrupt him directly.
No matter what Mo Yi intended to do next, as long as he interrupted him, that would be enough.
That was Qin Shaofeng's thinking, and it was also the