Hearing the words of that Witch Tribe genius, Ju Mo fell silent, a contemplative glint flashing through his eyes.
Su Mo stared at Ju Mo. He did not fear him, but neither did he want the other man to challenge him. Against an expert like this, it was best not to fight if possible.
After a moment, Ju Mo turned to the Witch Tribe youth who had spoken and said, "Wu Zuo, I choose you!"
Ju Mo gave up on challenging Su Mo. Since the Witch Tribe members wanted to make a move against Su Mo, he could not be bothered to act himself.
If Su Mo truly did not live up to his reputation, he would naturally lose to the Witch Tribe member. If he really was formidable, Ju Mo could continue challenging him afterward.
The moment Ju Mo spoke, Wu Zuo's name on the True Saint Tablet immediately lit up.
The thin Witch Tribe youth's expression changed upon hearing this, then turned ugly. He had not expected Ju Mo to disregard convention so completely and choose him directly!
Seeing this, Witchman King drew a deep breath. Fortunately, Ju Mo had not chosen him. Otherwise, he truly would not have had the slightest confidence.
A moment later, Wu Zuo flew down onto the platform.
"Are you ready?" Ju Mo asked loudly, a disdainful smile on his face.
"Make your move!" Wu Zuo's face grew solemn. Mystic energy surged within him, his aura soaring as a powerful presence shot into the heavens.
At the same time, a green Great Tree Battle Soul emerged behind Wu Zuo.
It was a strange great tree, five or six zhang tall and brimming with vigorous life force. The moment this Battle Soul appeared, Wu Zuo's essence, energy, and spirit surged, and his strength rose