Facing the lethal assault of Wu Zuo and the two Overlord Race experts, a cold light flashed in Su Mo's eyes as he sensed a monumental crisis.
The strength of these three was even greater than that of the Nine Yang Demon God, Li Zun, and Bone Spirit.
Especially Wu Zuo: whether it was that huge black saber or the surging saber qi, the might of both had suddenly soared, almost reaching a level comparable to Li Shi.
This single moment plunged Su Mo into a desperate situation.
Su Mo heard Long Xun's voice, but he could not possibly rely on others to save him.
Whoosh!
He moved!
Without a single moment of hesitation, Su Mo moved, his figure shooting like lightning toward one of the Overlord Race experts.
Light blazed a hundred thousand zhang around his entire body, his majestic bloodline power roaring like a mighty river, and a huge sword phantom formed a protective barrier as he pierced through the air like a sharp sword.
Whoosh!
Su Mo dodged the massive black longsword above his head; although he was clipped by the lingering shockwave carried by the saber, he could completely disregard it given his defense.
Right at that moment, a surging, monstrous black saber qi storm and two huge fist imprints came crashing over.
"You don't have the qualifications to kill me yet!" Su Mo shouted lightly, brandishing the Purple Void Long Sword in his hand unceasingly as potent Chaos Sword Qi formed a thick curtain of swords.
Boom! Boom! Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, earth-shattering explosions rang out. The surging saber qi storm and the two large fist imprints struck Su Mo one after another, forming a world-destroying cataclysmic blast.
Ten thousand wisps of saber qi collapsed, and the fist imprints shattered in succession,