Mo Lin was covered by the light.
Within a dozen meters, no breath could be felt.
Hu Haqi looked at Mo Lin, his mouth dry.
"Dead?" Hu Haqi's heart was filled with intense anxiety, his eyes fixed on Mo Lin's position, not daring to blink.
"Swish..."
A vast sword light surged forth,
accompanied by the sword Qi.
This sword seemed to come from the heavens, a white figure wielding a long sword, shielding Mo Lin beneath it.
This figure was not an ordinary figure; it was the power inherited from Celestial Monarch Xu.
At this moment, even if Mo Lin unleashed Celestial Monarch Xu's inherited power, it could barely protect himself.
After all, Mo Lin hadn't fully absorbed Celestial Monarch Xu's inherited power.
Unable to exert the full power of Celestial Monarch Xu's inheritance.
This feeling was just like seven years ago, when Mo Lin possessed the Five Viscera Concealing Ghost Skill but struggled to unleash the power of the Five-organ Ghost.
