BANG!
The spiritual Qi in the air changed, and suddenly hundreds of thousands of sharp swords were formed in the air. They looked magnificent and floated around Mo Junchen.
He raised his palm lightly and one of the swords shuddered. The tip of the sword turned, facing up to the sky. As Mo Junchen waved his palm some more, the swords fell down like rain, piercing through the bodies of all the Sea Tribe members.
That sort of power only belongs to someone at the peak of the Golden Celestial stage. Nothing could stop it. Regardless of whether the members of the Sea Tribe were at the Form Synthesis stage or the Crossing Calamity stage, all of their powers were insignificant. None of them could withstand the spell cast by Mo Junchen. All of them suffered and died, falling onto the ground.
"How…how can this be?"
"No, that's impossible. How can there be such a strongman within the human beings?"
