Brother Ji, could it be that you're possessed by an ill-fated spirit?
In front of the Eight Trigrams Disk, Wu Wang held his forehead with one hand, his expression indescribably perplexed.
He hadn't had such a hard time fighting for a Yan Emperor Token himself! What on earth was going on with Ji Mo? Three major battles, three times he fought into the final round, each time persisting as one of the last few, but every time...
There was not much Wu Wang could do to help Ji Mo in secret, let alone in front of the Human Emperor and many respected seniors, where he couldn't blatantly favor him and could only give Ji Mo limited assistance.
In the first round of the thousand-person free-for-all, Wu Wang let Ji Mo off easy at the last moment by slashing the power of his thunder strike by more than half, allowing Ji Mo to have more Mana and resources to continue the battle.
