At that moment, Bai Hao's ears seemed hollow; he could not hear his teammates discussing anything around him.
His eyes were fixed unblinkingly on Lin Mo.
That smooth, flowing battle had utterly captivated him.
Strong—far too strong!
The hand Bai Hao held his sword with was trembling, all because of excitement.
With merely Immortal Fifth Order strength, Lin Mo was chasing down and slaughtering over a hundred Immortal Peaks alone!
How could Bai Hao's blood not boil?
Those Immortal Peaks had been slaughtered by Lin Mo until they had no strength to fight back. He had even scared the courage out of them.
At this moment, they were like homeless dogs, fleeing in every direction.
Running was their only fate.
"Don't kill us!"
"My lord, spare us! We surrender!"
"My lord, we were only passing by! Don't kill us by mistake!"
The Machine Race and Demon Race warriors had been terrified out of their wits. They begged for mercy one after another, even spouting whatever nonsense came to mind.
To stay alive, they had thrown away even their dignity.
Yet Lin Mo turned a deaf ear.
Spare them? Dream on!
Leaving aside the fact that they were enemy races, after the way they had wanted nothing more than to kill him just now, how could he possibly spare them?
With a flick of his hand and a fall of his blade, Lin Mo showed them through action that begging was useless.
"Lin Mo, you forced us into this!"
"Bastard! If that's how it is, even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"
"Let's die together!"
"..."
Seeing that no matter how they begged, Lin Mo simply ignored them, these people leaped over the wall in desperation.
The instant Lin Mo caught up to them, they directly chose to