Mo Wudao’s face was as dark as water. He gritted his teeth and scolded coldly, “Evil Wanderer! !”
She did not die under the Dragon Emperor’s pursuit, but she was going to die tragically in Evil Wanderer’s scheme.
Su Yu’s eyes were also very calm.
It was useless to regret now. The most important thing now was to burn the brand on his body.
Who survived, who died?
Pathless mo gradually became silent. After a while, he took a deep breath and said with a bitter smile, “My life was saved by you. I’m returning it to you now.”
She pointed at the brand on her chest with her two fingers and tore a crack.
“Come!”
As long as Su Yu’s brand was fused into the crack, he would be saved.
Su Yu’s eyes were struggling.
His resurrection had never failed, but it did not mean that it would succeed.
This ability was ultimately based on laws.
Su Yu had no confidence that a powerful dao master at the Grandmaster realm like Pathless Mo would be able to recover his life.
