Mo Qi had just flipped his opponent as if tossing food in a wok.
What immense power that was. After the opponent landed, he lay sprawled on the ground like a pile of sludge, his eyes rolling back as he convulsed ceaselessly.
If anyone were to inspect him, they would discover that the man's sinews and bones had been mangled together. His joints were completely dislocated and his flesh tenderized. His physical body was ruined, and even his Dantian had mostly collapsed from the continuous vibrations.
This...
The remaining lackeys were all dumbfounded. They hadn't even processed what had just happened.
They hadn't sensed any fluctuations of True Essence or Spiritual Power from Mo Qi, only an extremely dangerous aura.
With just a single, casual wave of his hand, their companion at the Refining God Eighth Heaven had collapsed to the ground, paralyzed.
"He's hiding his strength! Release the Beast Pets! Everyone, attack!"
