The Kun Peng Wings spread out. Lin Mo could not be bothered to cover it up. He increased his speed and shook it off.
However, his body had only managed to move 400 to 500 meters when he crashed into a huge energy barrier.
"Bang."
Although this was an energy barrier, it was like an iron wall. Even the formation that Lin Mo had activated almost lost its stability.
"This is a battle formation?"
Lin Mo was puzzled. No wonder Luo Haoyu and Qiluo didn't escape. It turned out that this place had already been sealed off by the battle formation.
"Where are you going, Junior?" The old man caught up from behind.
Just as a pair of sharp claws were about to grab Lin Mo's shoulder, a black figure appeared.
In the next moment, a pitch-black figure appeared and blocked Lin Mo. This was the origin soul puppet.
However, Lin Mo was unable to control his soul. He could only passively defend against one attack.
