"Huh?"
A blurry shadow made a strange noise.
His palms were tightly entwined by the Blood Demon Vine, only an inch away from Lin Mo's heart. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't advance any further.
Inside Lin Mo's Dantian, a constant rumbling sounded, thunder resonated throughout his body, and Primordial Power surged forth, instantly shaking the blurry shadow away by more than ten meters.
"Oh, interesting."
The retreated blurry figure was taken aback, looking at Lin Mo, and at the dark red armor writhing on his body, he fell into contemplation.
In just an instant, Lin Mo's entire body was drenched in cold sweat, feeling as if he had brushed past the gates of hell.
Having someone close, having his heart almost crushed by hands penetrating through the Blood Demon Vine, he felt cold all over yet his blood boiled again.
