Su Mo's mind raced, and he felt extremely tempted by the abilities of the Undying Race.
Admittedly, he had two avatars, and even if his true body died, he would not truly perish.
However, an avatar was ultimately an avatar; although their minds were linked, an avatar did not possess the abilities of the true body.
Once his true body fell, his Devouring Battle Soul, his thirty-plus bloodline physiques, and everything else he possessed would vanish like smoke.
However, if he possessed the undying ability of the Undying Race, his true body's vitality would increase dramatically, and it would definitely be a hundred times beneficial with zero harm.
Yet, Su Mo noticed that Yin Fu's complexion looked slightly pale after resurrection, as if he had also suffered not-insignificant injuries.
"Everyone, no exceptions—either someone voluntarily trades the Dream Ancient Grass with me, or I check your storage rings! Otherwise, nobody even thinks about taking a single step out of the Dream Ancient Forbidden Area!"
Su Mo swept his gaze across the crowd and shouted in a booming voice. Although his tone was calm, it sounded exceptionally overbearing to the ears of everyone present.
Hearing this, the crowd's complexions all turned unsightly as they exchanged uneasy glances.
Ku Yihai's face darkened like water. Although he had used his shield to block the previous strike, the shockwave had still dealt him internal injuries, and quite severe ones at that.
As for Yin Fu, his expression was frigid and murderous intent flickered within his pupils, burning with towering hatred.
He never imagined that this Su Mo at the eighth layer of the Martial Venerable realm would be so terrifying, having grown monstrous to an inhuman degree.
"Su Mo, you are simply courting death! Offend my Undying Race, and the Heavenly Desolate Star Domain will