"What?!"
Emperor Mo Yun's pupils contracted fiercely, a sense of extreme crisis rising in him, instinctively making him want to retreat.
But it was already too late.
"Snap!"
A cold hand gripped his neck, and then a terrifying power like that of an ancient fierce beast spread from his neck throughout his body.
"Boom!"
Lightning, fire, ice, various forces poured into his body, penetrating his vital organs, almost instantly destroying his resistance.
"Ahhh!"
He screamed miserably, and with a violent tremor of his body, he became lifeless, his body limply sagging down.
On the brink of death.
Qin Chuan raised Emperor Mo Yun high with his right hand, slowly wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his left, and smiled:
"This move is indeed surprising, but unfortunately, your strength is too weak; even standing still, you couldn't break my defense."
