Seeing that Ling Mo was in crisis, Fang Yuan couldn’t help shrinking his pupils and then changed his gesture. Tianhe, which initially condensed as a giant sword, immediately sent a flow to wrap Ling Mo for retreating.

However, the sword was not perfect anymore. Blood Mist Person showed a cunning look and said with a chuckle, “If Tianhe was in the hands of your elders, I might be a little troublesome. But you are so mediocre! Ha-ha!”

With a light wave of ...