The strength of these eight men was indeed formidable. The leader was nearly as strong as Yang Tianwei, while the others were all martial artists at the second or third layer of the Martial Venerable Realm.
Their combined attack was truly earth-shaking.
Its vast might shattered the space for thousands of miles around, while the ground in the mountain range below continually cracked apart.
As he watched the eight attacks bear down on him, Su Mo's gaze was incomparably cold. In his eyes, these eight were already dead men.
Whoosh!
In the next moment, Su Mo shot into the sky.
Su Mo easily evaded the eight attacks.
He immediately activated the Invisible Battle Soul.
After launching one round of attacks, the eight Heavenly Void Sect disciples were about to strike again when they suddenly froze.
Su Mo had abruptly vanished. No matter how they spread their senses in every direction, they could not detect him.
"What is going on?"
"Where is he?"
"How did he disappear?"
The eight looked at one another, and their expressions all turned ugly. Su Mo was far too slippery!
They had finally found Su Mo, yet he had actually escaped again!
"He got away again!" the richly dressed young man at the head of the group said with a dark expression.
"Senior Brother Zhao, what do we do now?" one disciple asked the richly dressed young man.
"What else can we do? Keep looking!"
The richly dressed young man replied irritably.
However, the instant his words fell, the space before him rippled slightly, and a jet of blood spurted from his forehead.
Then, beneath the horrified gazes of the other seven, the richly dressed young man's body split directly into two halves.
"What?"
"Senior Brother Zhao!"
The other seven cried out in terror, each wearing