Sweat was already pouring from his forehead, but before it could trickle down, it was evaporated by the intense heat of his skull.
At this moment, Chu Mo had already started wrapping his skull with primordial energy!
Even the top powerhouses of the Immortal Realm, let alone the cultivators on the Four Symbols Continent, would be terrified and think this kid has gone mad.
Without the protection of a major power, anyone who dares to do this is essentially seeking death, what's the difference?
Yet, Chu Mo, in the mortal world, in this somewhat dilapidated general's mansion due to lack of time for repairs, was working incredibly hard.
As an hour swiftly passed, the sky had already entered the darkest moment of the day.
The outside world was as black as ink, so dark you couldn't see your hand in front of you.
