At this moment, Luo Ying's body was also on the brink of collapse. He was severely injured without a doubt and will definitely need some time to fully recover.
In his heart, he held extreme hatred for this young man. Similarly, he was extremely afraid of him!
It can be sensed in his words.
Because he no longer dares to call Chu Mo trash or an ant.
In this world, who has ever encountered such abnormal trash? Who has ever seen such a powerful ant?
Chu Mo wanted to laugh, his mouth twitched a bit, but he no longer had the strength to laugh.
Even that slash just now was somewhat incredible to him; he also didn't understand why he suddenly broke free from that enormous pressure crushing down on him.
But none of these matters anymore.
Because he no longer has the strength to counterattack.
Looking at the colossal beast that emerged from the bronze cauldron, this time taking on a nearly solidified form, Chu Mo knew that this time, he was in an inescapable predicament.
