At this moment, the Machine Race Captain's lips curled upward, as if he could already see Lin Mo coughing blood from grievous wounds beneath the surprise assault of five squads.
But when he caught sight of Blood Wolf King and the others from the corner of his eye, his heart jolted.
Though this scene had come suddenly, Blood Wolf King and the others had naturally noticed it at the same instant.
Yet after merely glancing over, not a trace of panic appeared on their faces.
Could it be that they did not care at all whether Lin Mo lived or died?
The next second, the Machine Race Captain's doubts were answered.
Lin Mo let out a cold laugh. He made no movement at all; only a sharp golden gleam flashed through his eyes.
The members of those five squads all seemed to have had their acupoints sealed, their movements instantly stiffening.
Before even the slightest change could cross their faces, the light vanished from their eyes, and they crashed to the ground.
"Spiritual attack?"
The Machine Race Captain was no fool. Seeing their expressions, he understood everything in an instant.
And once he understood, his heart was shaken to the core.
Those squad members were all Immortal Peak existences. Five squads—dozens upon dozens of Immortal Peaks. To kill every one of them instantly with a spiritual attack at the same time, what kind of strength would that require?
Not even King-level Immortals could do it.
Lin Mo's strength had surpassed that of a King-level Immortal?
How was that possible?
His shock turned into terror as he stared in disbelief at the calm-faced Lin Mo.
With a sweep of his hand, Lin Mo collected all the storage bracelets from the five squads into his possession, then charged toward the surroundings once