Suppression

Luo Feng's face turned grim.

Moluo's defenses were terrifying. Even a God King would probably struggle to kill a fully grown World Beast King.

Moluo had not yet fully matured, but he could withstand any attack below the God King Level.

"Good. They still can't threaten me unless they try to wear me down with divine power," Morosa replied.

Luo Feng knew the weakness of World Beasts, but Tuo'osen and the others had no idea Morosa was a World Beast King. They would never think to exhaust him with divine power. No matter how powerful their physical attacks were, they could hardly hurt him at all.

Outside.

After Tuo'osen unleashed the Savage Bull Tribe's forbidden technique, his aura became terrifyingly powerful. His entire divine body radiated the ferocity of an ancient Desolate Beast, while the flames of his divine power burned fiercer than ever.

Pamir and Lengci, both of the Ninth-Origin Saint Realm, had also used forbidden techniques. Their auras now rivaled Tuo'osen's former strength, perhaps even surpassing it.

The other two Eighth-Source Saint Realm cultivators and the Dragon Staff Saint Lord had also reached the ninth-origin level.

In an instant, Morosa faced an assault from one fighter at the peak of the tenth origin, two at the early tenth origin, and three at the middle ninth origin.

Moluo went from being at a disadvantage to becoming a living target under a relentless barrage.

Tuo'osen alone had Morosa completely suppressed.

Yet neither Pamir's huge axe, Lengci's spear, nor Tuo'osen's blade could inflict any real damage on Morosa.

"Could he have a God King Level armor Supreme Treasure?"

Tuo'osen could not help wondering whether Morosa wore God King Level defensive armor. If he did, then no matter how strong their attacks were, they would struggle to deal much damage without reaching