Continuously executing the Supreme Art placed immense pressure on Chu Mo, dimming the luminescence of the Five-Colored Dao Platform within his elixir field. At its center sat a tiny figure in meditation, unflinching. It was Chu Mo's Primordial Infant!
Although his core was not yet damaged, Chu Mo could no longer continue to wield his power unrestrained. Otherwise, no matter how strong he was, he would ultimately exhaust all his strength.
"The final strike!"
Chu Mo squinted his eyes and pointed with his finger!
He called upon the power of the mountains and earth, shielding himself tightly!
On the Ouyang Family's side, another dozen people were sliced into pieces.
In the end, the eight or nine remaining people went utterly mad since they could not kill Chu Mo, they would inevitably perish here.
As for the extent of the loss this battle had inflicted on the Ouyang Family, no one had the mind to calculate that now. Surviving the present crisis was all that mattered!
