How could Mo Wuji be in the mood to care that he had just been dragged into disaster by that Three-eyed Dove? He wasn’t even in the mood to care about the incoming Black-furred Lion.
After he swallowed that fruit, the spiritual energy within it went rampage. He had to urgently release some of this spiritual energy. However, the energy seemed to be like a mad cow, running around his body in all directions. Mo Wuji exerted all his effort to draw these spiritual energy together, then directed them towards the Heavenly Immortal barrier.
"Boom!" In this single impact, the cultivation shackles on Mo Wuji started to tremble violently. At the same time, thunderclaps suddenly sounded in the sky. Thereafter, ten bolts of lightning as thick as a child’s arm descended down upon him.
