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Mo Yao appeared, looking at the ten Ability User teams as if they were wholesale chicken nuggets at KFC being raised by an ancient divine dragon. They almost believed this man could control their throats with a single breath.
Yes, he did control them.
Oxygen was removed from the air, and they were suffocating.
Retreat, run!
Everyone fled frantically, running like dogs.
What elite squad? It's all up in the air when there's a huge gap in strength.
But just as they turned to flee, there was a loud rumble behind them.
Mo Yao was blown hundreds of meters away, landing with dissipating air currents swirling around his body, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and his eyes filled with shock.
Because the person who had just bombed him was supposedly dead - Qin Yu.
"You didn't die!"
"I was hanging by a breath and then recovered."
Qin Yu was not much better off than being dead at this moment, because the move he had just used was the fourth burst from Liumang
