Bai Zihan raised his hand.
Boom!!!
His fist slammed into Mo Zun's face.
Mo Zun's body was sent flying once again.
Before he could even stabilize himself—
Whoosh!!!
Bai Zihan appeared beside him.
Bang!!!
Another punch landed.
Then another.
And another.
Mo Zun was beaten from one side of the battlefield to the other.
He could neither defend nor dodge.
Blood splattered across the ground.
His body was covered in wounds.
His bones were already beginning to crack under Bai Zihan's relentless attacks.
This was no longer a battle.
It was a one-sided beating.
Mo Zun, who had previously stood at the peak of the Demonic Cultivators, was being beaten within an inch of his life.
Boom!!!
Another punch slammed into his chest.
Mo Zun's body crashed heavily into the ground.
He coughed violently.
Blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
Mo Zun truly began to understand the situation he was in.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness. But there was also a trace of fear.
