"135 people. That should be about right."
Lin Mo swept his gaze over Yan Que and the others, instantly counting their numbers.
135 people. Barring any surprises, that was just about enough for him to complete this advancement.
Not bad. Very promising!
How could these super experts, normally so lofty and untouchable, have imagined that in Lin Mo's eyes, they were now nothing more than experience points for leveling up?
The moment the battle began, the Demon Race members understood.
How was this the strength of an Immortal Sixth Order? This was fucking more King-level than a King-level Immortal!
No exaggeration—if a King-level Immortal encountered Lin Mo, all they could do was croak.
No wonder they could not contact Qing Mang.
No wonder there was no sign of Tur or Qing Mang's people here.
No wonder so many Machine Race expert corpses lay on the ground over there.
It was all Lin Mo's doing.
And from the looks of it, Bai Hao and the others were nothing but cheerleaders at the side, there to shout "666."
Look, Bai Hao was even leading the chants over there, yelling, "Lin Mo is mighty!"
They were absolutely just a cheer squad watching the show.
In other words, all those Immortal Peak experts had been slain by Lin Mo?
Though they were extremely unwilling to believe it was real, the facts lay right before their eyes.
Lin Mo was far too monstrous!
Immortal Peaks like them could not even withstand a single move before him.
They did not even have a chance to run.
Lin Mo's Inner World was simply too terrifying.
It looked bright and sunny, with gentle breezes and beautiful weather.
Yet danger lurked everywhere, and one careless step meant croaking.
How the fuck were they supposed to fight this?
"Concentrate our