Ying Tianxiao said anxiously, "Lord Lin Yang, although Sir Lin Mo possesses extraordinary abilities, he just slew Xiong Shan. His Dharma Power must be severely depleted."
"As chief of the Red Wolf Tribe, Lang Wei is no weaker than Xiong Shan. If anything should happen to Sir Lin Mo..."
"That's it!"
Lin Yang suddenly cried out, interrupting Ying Tianxiao. His usual inscrutable air vanished as he clenched his fists, his eyes blazing with excitement.
"My premonition just now was right!"
"Sir Lin Mo... he's the one!"
"The legend is true!"
Ying Tianxiao froze. This was the first time in ten thousand years he had seen such an outpouring of emotion from Lin Yang.
He involuntarily turned to look, and, like Lin Yang, was instantly struck dumb with astonishment.
At that moment, facing Lang Wei's murderous charge, Lin Mo showed not the slightest fear. Instead, he went forward to meet him.
The branch in his left hand had vanished, replaced by rippling green light. The might of nature radiating from it was even fiercer than the sword energy from moments before.
I never imagined using vitality essence in battle would come so naturally.
Much less that its other form would possess such overwhelming, tyrannical power.
I'll use this strike for my first trial in actual combat!
"Nature's Fury Fist!"
The instant they met face-to-face, Lin Mo roared and unleashed the green light gathered in his palm.
Vitality essence condensed to its utmost limit poured forth like a raging torrent, instantly engulfing and swallowing Lang Wei.
The terrifying might of nature erupted in every direction, enveloping almost the entire Red Wolf Tribe.
The Demon Race soldiers from all three tribes were sent sprawling, left lying on the ground, unable to move.
Even Lin Yang and Ying Tianxiao, both Demon King-level experts, were