Lin Mo had said as much, and Blood Wolf King could not very well disregard his wishes.
Seeing this, the three Demon Race members sneered inwardly.
Arrogant!
Young, after all.
Possessing such strength at such a young age, it was only natural for him to be brash.
But how could the Commander Lords' strength be something Lin Mo could withstand?
"Whoosh!"
Before Luo Hu, Geng Bao, and Lin Lang could rejoice for more than a few seconds, Lin Mo appeared before them once again.
A powerful force of restraint sprang into being out of thin air.
The three felt the surrounding space compressing around them, leaving them unable to move.
"Power of Space!"
They were even more shocked now.
One had to know that in the Cosmic Battlefield, the Power of Space was suppressed to its limit.
Outside, the Power of Space was absolutely a terrifying weapon.
Yet here, the Power of Space had been weakened far too much and was practically useless.
And yet Lin Mo's Power of Space could still restrain them. That was truly terrifying.
"Buzz!"
Lin Mo raised his blade and brought it down, slashing out with the Life and Death Art.
"No!"
Lin Lang cried out in alarm and struggled desperately.
That slash had been aimed at him.
But no matter how he struggled, it was all in vain.
The crimson flames grew ever larger in his eyes.
"Rip—"
The next second, accompanied by that sound, Lin Lang was sliced directly into two halves.
"Lin Lang!"
Luo Hu and Geng Bao shouted, their faces gradually filling with terror.
This time, they simply could not break free from Lin Mo's restraints, nor could they intervene to save him.
They screamed inwardly.
How was this possible? They were existences beyond the fifth level of the Venerable Realm.