Base 67.
On the tenth floor of the main building.
The empty hall was filled with an illusion.
Everything around him seemed to be twisting and spinning.
It was as if he had fallen into an illusion.
The vast spiritual power was like a tangible ocean that kept surging.
In the middle of the ocean. There was a pure white oval cocoon of light.
It was Su Mo, whose entire body was wrapped in mental power.
Under normal circumstances, such terrifying spiritual power would cause unimaginable pressure and mental trauma to people, even if it did not carry any hostility.
However, at this moment, under Yuan Huantian's superb control, this boundless mental energy did not leak out at all, and it was all directed at the faintly visible gray seal between Su Mo's eyebrows.
The surging mental power was like a river, crazily washing away the thin gray seal.
Strands of faint gray mist spread out from it, crushed by the spiritual power and annihilated.
