Chen Mo looked at the demonic figure seated upon the throne, piecing together the tragic story he had just gleaned using his [Existence] skill.
"So there was no great treasure after all. I didn't expect my father's fate to be so...pitiful." Chen Mo shook his head slowly.
"Wait, where did he go?" Chen Mo's eyes widened as he suddenly realized the armored figure had vanished from the throne.
Chen Mo whipped around just in time to react, leaping back as an armored fist lanced through the space he had just occupied. He acknowledged inwardly that the Mahayana realm experts were terrifyingly powerful - even with his evasion, the displaced air pressure still pummeled him.
He studied the now fully demonized Chen Yifan warily. If they fought unrestrained in this subterranean cavern, the entire sect above would surely be obliterated by their colliding forces.
