The enormous palm shook the heavens with its might. Like a strike from a god, it contained the power to span heaven and earth, leaving no way to resist!
In an instant, the enormous palm crossed tens of thousands of miles and seized Su Mo's tiny body in its grasp.
Then, the enormous palm clenched fiercely, sending blood spraying in all directions.
Ah!
A scream rang out, only to cut off abruptly.
"Su Mo!"
A startled cry escaped Mentor Mu Li. Seeing this scene, her pretty face turned pale.
Everyone stared unblinkingly at the scene before them. The giant hand had crushed Su Mo to death, even grinding him harshly afterward.
Then, the hand dissipated, and everything vanished.
Su Mo had been completely wiped out, without even a trace of residue left behind.
The crowd sighed in lament. Sure enough, Su Mo was truly dead, slain by High Priest Wu Lun in a single move.
No one was surprised. Su Mo had insulted the High Priest so viciously; it would have been strange if he had not died. He had brought this upon himself.
Still, for a peerless prodigy to die like this was truly not worth it.
The scene was deathly silent. Seeing Su Mo killed, the anger of the Witch Tribe geniuses gradually subsided.
The High Priest's expression remained indifferent. Killing Su Mo had been no more difficult than turning over his hand, but killing him so easily had been letting him off too lightly.
"Let's go!"
After a short while, the High Priest shouted loudly and waved his sleeve, drawing the countless Witch Tribe geniuses into a Spatial Treasure Artifact.
Then, his figure shot into the sky, piercing the heavens and vanishing without a trace in an instant.
Seeing this, the people from the other factions also