How could Shenhua not hate him? How could he not go crazy over it?
Looking at Shen Hua, whose eyes were bloodshot and had a ferocious expression, Su Mo was momentarily at a loss.
To be honest, the scene that had just happened was far beyond his expectations.
He did not expect that the trump card that the other party had used with great difficulty would actually take the initiative to surrender.
At that time, he was afraid that the Dream Weaving Carpet and the evil saint token would not be able to block that attack.
After all, the golden sword talisman's attack was too terrifying.
He would believe it even if a saint attacked him.
He did not expect that in the end, he would take the initiative to withdraw his offensive and directly join his forces.
Now, he took a closer look at the golden mark on his hand.
He found that he could easily use it and urge it to erupt with unimaginable power.
