Su Mo watched Zhan Luan's battle with Linghu Xingchen and the others from afar with perfect clarity.
He had to admit that Zhan Luan was powerful—powerful to an excessive degree.
Without even using his Dark Force, Zhan Luan's strength was several times greater than Shangguan Hao's and Dugu Sheng's.
After Linghu Xingchen and the other three were injured, they did not continue tangling with Zhan Luan. They immediately fled at top speed.
Zhan Luan did not pursue them. Once he saw them leave, he flew directly onto that enormous Profoundness Mountain Peak and began comprehending its profoundness.
Su Mo did not step forward. He glanced in the direction Linghu Xingchen and the others had fled, a contemplative look appearing on his face.
Linghu Xingchen's Spirit Swords should have been ordinary Spirit Swords. However, although they were merely ordinary Spirit Swords rather than Destined Spirit Swords, the seven Spirit Swords themselves were of an extremely high grade, so their power was no weaker than his Destined Spirit Swords.
Ordinary Spirit Swords were divided into grades, whereas Destined Spirit Swords had no grades. The power of a Destined Spirit Sword depended on how its owner nurtured it.
Su Mo's Destined Spirit Swords had only been forged recently, so their power could not yet be as heaven-defying as the rumors claimed.
"What profoundness is this?"
After a short while, Su Mo looked at the towering Profoundness Mountain Peak, his brows knitting slightly.
This profoundness was extraordinary. Its destructive aura was horrifying, and it felt even more terrifying than the Slaughter Profound. Could this be the Destruction Profound Xi'er had mentioned?
After pondering for a moment, Su Mo turned and left. He did not wish to fight Zhan Luan just yet.
Moreover, he needed to find Wu Shan as quickly as possible. This was