At the moment Mo Lin's restriction was lifted, a majestic aura suppressed everyone, making it hard to breathe.
Celestial Monarch Xu's figure also underwent a transformation. The scholarly appearance of Celestial Monarch Xu now exuded a fierce presence.
Mo Fengxiao's calm face revealed a cautious emotion.
If he had previously crushed Mo Lin, now he held no advantage.
Though he hadn't made a move, Mo Fengxiao already felt a reluctance to fight in his heart.
This was once the master of the Eight Immortals Ghost...
"Stop pretending." Mo Fengxiao roared, then raised his hand to gather two more Ghost Shadows.
Ghost Shadows of Zhang Guolao and He Xiangu appeared.
The two Ghost Shadows simultaneously suppressed Mo Lin.
Iron-Crutch Li held his gourd, Han Zhongli waved his fan.
Zhang Guolao's drum sounded, and Lan Caihe's flower basket erupted with brilliance.
These four Ghost Shadows overshadowed the sky, resembling the descent of a True God.
