"Drip."
The rainbow hues of the Zifu rose amidst the rainfall, each Perfected Person holding their Magic Artifact, gazes varied—some calm, some filled with Lianmin, others conflicted—yet their Divine Skills were interwoven, leaving not the slightest gap.
"Nine Perfected Persons..."
The Furious Moha glared with golden eyes, secretly urging Metal Nature, only to find that the Great Void was already interlinked, a Great Formation long since set to prevent him from slipping into the Great Void and fleeing—his heart could not help but surge with shock and rage.
"You... you... plotted against me?"
The handsome face of the Furious Moha twisted, his body hissing and scorching, vapor rising in curls from him, the lines of his back and waist starkly defined, deep golden eyes fixed on the Zifu crowd, a rage-twisted smile upon his lips as he barked out in fury:
