At the same time, a Divine Lamp hovered above his head, and an external, tangible Spirit Field expanded violently, like a Divine Sea spreading in the Void, pressing forward.
Wu Mochen didn't bother with that young man, and aimed the mouth of his bag at Yu Gen Sheng, targeting this Old Grandmaster.
However, facing the Heart Lamp's illumination, the tangible light and fog steamed, making him feel a chill, as if countless Flying Swords were slashing through the air, forcing him to retreat decisively.
During this time, Wu Mochen countered with his bag.
Even so, the expanding Spirit Field still shook him to the core, causing his blood to surge and blood to seep from the corner of his mouth.
Wu Mochen was horrified, no longer daring to delay, fleeing into the distance like a specter from Hell.
Suddenly, Yu Gen Sheng paused, making no further moves.
