BUZZZ BUZZZ. ('This Lord Mosquito ain't afraid of squat.')
Chu Sheng cursed inwardly.
However, he was indeed having a rough time.
This old codger Mo's Power certainly was something else. By now, the crimson domain around him—like hellfire—had been compressed to its absolute limit.
From afar, it resembled a thin eggshell clinging tightly to his and Gu Yuexi's bodies.
Teetering on the brink of collapse.
It felt as if the moment the "eggshell" cracked, the person and mosquito inside would be instantly annihilated.
Old Mo landed on the ground and approached, step by step.
With every step he took, the Space around Chu Sheng groaned under the strain.
He walked until he was less than three meters from Gu Yuexi and stopped.
At this distance, within his Power, he didn't even need to lift a finger. A single thought was all it would take to make the Space before him collapse.
The game was over.
Not far away.
