Outside the Skywalker Battlefield, the crowd watching perceived something was amiss. At this moment, Gao Mu seemed crazed, his cold eyes bloodshot with a murderous intent.
What is... happening?
Why was Gao Mu forced to this extent?
His aura was still escalating, devouring everything on the battlefield. The terrifying suction exerted a strong pulling force on Xu Mo's body, as if threatening to drag him into this whirlpool storm.
"Get out."
Gao Mu let out a thunderous roar, his voice causing the Skywalker Battlefield to shake. The next moment, his body violently surged, wrapped in a storm of destruction.
At this moment, Gao Mu truly bore a deadly threat.
"Not good." Wang Ming's face changed at the sight, realizing that Gao Mu was stimulated. He was unleashing his potential, seemingly lost in madness. This could truly endanger Xu Mo's life.
In the Mystic God Temple, sparring is acceptable, but who dares commit slaughter?
