Gu Feiyi’s heart turned cold as a feeling of despair flooded into his mind. The confidence that he built up ever since he started cultivating was shattered at the very moment.
It wasn’t that he was afraid of death; it was the sense of helplessness that inundated him.
He was an esteemed late stage Grand Luo Immortal. However, he was being pinched to death like a tiny chicken by someone that wasn’t even in the Immortal King. This disparity in power was too hard for him to accept.
One must know that Immortal Kings weren’t able to enter the fourth level of the Broken World. That meant that this person, who easily destroyed his domain and was currently pinching his neck, was only a Great Circle Grand Luo Immortal at the very most. To be so much weaker than another cultivator at the same stage, how could his confidence not disintegrate?
"Kacha!" With a final pinch of his immortal elemental energy, Mo Wuji turned Gu Feiyi’s entire body into a mist of blood.
