Lin Heng unleashed his Hundred Thousand Mountains.
The immense spatial pressure forced the remnant soul of Mo Chen's ancestor to hunch over even further.
Under that immense spatial pressure, Mo Chen's legs bent bit by bit until he was kneeling in midair.
Kneeling in the air, Mo Chen struggled desperately.
He could hardly believe that Lin Heng possessed such tremendous power.
The Lin Heng before him now and the Lin Heng from before were like two entirely different people in terms of strength.
Mo Chen could not imagine what kind of secret art could grant someone such a terrifying increase in power.
But Lin Heng naturally had no intention of being kind enough to answer his doubts.
"An Ancient Clan prodigy? You don't seem like much to me."
Lin Heng snorted softly.
The mocking words fell on Mo Chen's ears, instantly filling him with rage.
Mo Chen desperately wanted to get up and fight Lin Heng for another three hundred rounds.
But he simply could not break free of the pressure in this space.
He could not even get to his feet, let alone fight Lin Heng again.
Mo Chen could not help looking at the remnant soul of his ancestor behind him.
His body had long since reached its limit after his earlier battle with the Universe-Piercing Arrow.
The only thing he could still rely on was the remnant soul of his ancestor.
But the next second...
"Are you still hoping this remnant soul will save you?"
Lin Heng's icy voice rang out through the space.
Immediately afterward, golden flames flickered in Lin Heng's eyes.
Lin Heng swept his gaze over the remnant soul of Mo Chen's ancestor.
"Ah!!!"
The Ancient Clan remnant soul suddenly let out an agonized scream.
Looking at the Ancient Clan remnant soul again...
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