"Boom..."
"Bang..."
Mo Luo, caught off guard, was simultaneously struck on each shoulder, left and right, by Luo Hou and Burial Month.
"Crack! Crack..."
Following two crisp sounds, Mo Luo's left and right arms were shattered by the impact.
"Good... good...," Mo Luo glared venomously at Luo Hou and Burial Month. "You two will pay for this kindness, just you wait..." Seething with resentment, Mo Luo transformed into a cloud of devil mist, suddenly dispersing and fleeing at an extreme speed.
With Mo Luo's strength being extremely formidable, once he truly intended to escape, no one could catch up to him. Not even Lv Zhong could.
"What a pity..."
Luo Hou and Burial Month looked at each other, their faces filled with frustration.
If they could have finished Mo Luo with that strike, they would have no worries about the future.
