Seeing Liang Yuan recover from the brink of death in mere moments, Chu Mo's eyes lit up. "Yuan Chen, was it? I'll remember you."
At those words, Yuan Chen looked up and met that burning gaze. An inexplicable chill gripped his heart, like a beast encountering its natural predator, and his sense of danger surged.
"Be careful, everyone!" he shouted. "He can use Space Dao Divine Abilities!"
He had seen it clearly just now. When Chu Mo broke through Liang Yuan's technique, he had used neither brute force nor finesse, but the same authentic truths of the Space Dao they themselves wielded.
Such a feat was unheard of.
"Attack together!" Qing Chen barked, Cosmic Light flowing around him. This time, he no longer tried to control Chu Mo's Cosmic Light. Instead, he accelerated his own and his companions' to a certain limit.
All six attacked in unison, moving with inconceivable speed. In an instant, they slipped past the incoming Divine Abilities and treasures and closed in on Chu Mo.
Chu Mo saw a blur, and divine spears and blades were already before his face. Beneath his feet, a rift in the void opened, revealing a murky haze of chaos that breathed out annihilating streams of energy.
Once he fell inside, he would be swept into that disordered turmoil and exiled to who knew where.
There was no avoiding it, nor any way to evade.
Any other Sixth Realm cultivator facing the combined strike of these Realm Lords would have been helpless, forced to let the blades fall upon them and suffer wounds that cost them their lives.
Yet Chu Mo merely chuckled. He abruptly raised his hand and clenched his fist. Countless figures appeared behind him-men and women, old and young, like all the living beings of the mortal world.