Su Yu's eyes turned cold, and as he waved his sleeves, an intangible thread forcefully cracked open the long, bony spike.
Mo Yang let out a miserable scream, "Ahh! My hand! How could you possibly cut it off? Not even the top-grade spiritual artifacts could do that!"
But, Su Yu ignored him totally, while descending like a fly and causing the silk thread to waver along the way, cutting off the bony spike inch by inch. Mo Yang screamed horribly. He was clearly in excruciating pain.
He hurriedly withdrew the bony spike, then drilled into the depths of the cliff without even turning his head. In terms of speed, the third-grade Almighty Mo Yang certainly outpaced Su Yu, so he was able to vanish without a trace after just a few breaths.
But, it was only temporary, as soon after that, a fiery-red bright light suddenly erupted in midair at the cliff. Closely thereafter, a pair of flaming wings spread out!
