Su Mo was utterly stunned; this matter left him completely dumbfounded.
If he remembered correctly, Ghost Saint Yan Mo was a member of the Devil Race, an old monster who had lived for countless years. His current identity was simply too astonishing.
Back then, Ghost Saint Yan Mo had taken possession of Wu Tianyu of the Witch Clan, then parted ways with Su Mo.
In the years that followed, Su Mo rose to fame throughout the Heavenly Desolate Star Domain, then came to dominate the Divine Path, yet he never saw Ghost Saint Yan Mo again.
He had never expected that when they met again, everything would have changed beyond recognition.
"Su Mo, many people intend to harm you in the Thousand Selection Battle. You must be extra careful!" Ghost Saint Yan Mo transmitted his voice.
"Who wants to harm me?" Su Mo raised his brows slightly and hurriedly transmitted his voice back. He knew this might be connected to Di Yihun or Tuoba Qingyun.
However, neither of those two would have any chance to act personally in this Thousand Selection Battle. That meant they had instructed others—Heavenly King Palace disciples, Earthly King Palace disciples, and perhaps people from other factions as well.
"Hard to say. That is all. Be wary of the geniuses from every faction, including those of the Netherworld Race!" Ghost Saint Yan Mo transmitted again, then said no more.
There were too many powerful experts here. Even mental voice transmission was far from secure and could easily be intercepted by God King-level experts.
Fortunately, countless mental fluctuations drifted through the valley at this moment. Many people were secretly transmitting messages and chatting, so no one had noticed their exchange for the time being.
Su Mo nodded slightly. He did not ask further, because he already understood.