The thick fog rolled back like a wave.
The huge space formed by the explosion was quickly filled with fog.
Everything returned to normal in an extremely short period of time.
It was as if the fierce battle had never happened.
Su Mo held the cold evil saint token in his hand.
He looked at the familiar incantation carved on the surface of the token.
He could not help but let out a sigh of relief.
Even though he had already expected the difficulty.
In reality, it was still extremely difficult to snatch the token.
The power of a Quasi-Sage was beyond imagination.
If it wasn't for the fact that his opponent was heavily injured and his power of law was almost exhausted.
It was unrealistic to take him down today.
Even so, he had to rely on the self-destruction of the crystal needles to barely gain an advantage.
One had to know that the crystal needle was one of the few true saint weapons in the world.
