The conflict between the Mo Luo clan and the Wangyue Continent was merely an extension of the contest between two Sun Gods.
Of course, the Mo Luo clan wasn't even remotely connected to the Sun God, not even a close subordinate. The God's name was merely being used to intimidate Ningtuo.
Ningtuo didn't bother looking at Lord Mo Hui. Her eyes were trained on Qi Yuan the whole time.
Her projection was time-limited, every minute and every second was invaluable.
"Scaring me with a Sun God? If you're so capable, have him descend and kill me himself," Qi Yuan wouldn't be scared by such threats.
Moreover, it wasn't that straightforward for a Sun God to descend.
"Kill him!" Qi Yuan whispered to Ningtuo, holding her close.
With a swipe of Ningtuo's hand....
Lord Mo Hui, already imprisoned, started undergoing terrifying transformations.
His corpulent flesh turned dry and cracked, his entire body's scales shattered.
His youthful visage suddenly aged.
