At the very instant Old Mo let out a cry of surprise.
In Zhou Yu's pitch-black Primordial Spirit hand, a streak of golden light suddenly appeared.
It was the Primordial Spirit Blade.
At this moment, Old Mo immediately activated his Primordial Spirit, retrieving all the projections, desperately trying to return it to his body.
However, Zhou Yu didn't give him this chance at all.
Oof!
In the void, a streak of golden light flashed by.
The Primordial Spirit Blade in Zhou Yu's hand instantly pierced through Old Mo's Primordial Spirit Illusion.
Boom!
A silent explosion was heard.
Old Mo's Primordial Spirit Illusion began to collapse instantly, shattering into pieces.
The most formidable aspect of the Primordial Spirit Weapon lies in this.
Its damage to the Primordial Spirit is lethal.
Meanwhile, under Yan Xiang's coercion, Lin Luoluo's eyes were bloodshot, her delicate body trembling, forced to agree:
"Alright, I agree..."
