The situation was exactly as Xie Tian had predicted. Once the commander of the Heavenly Dao army died, the top-tier Heavenly Dao army of the nine continents became nothing more than a scattered group.
Even though the opponents had a cultivation level a realm higher than Xie's army, after repeated blows from Xie Tian, their combat power had decreased by seventy to eighty percent. Thus, the rare spectacle of Divine Skills slaughtering Heavenly Dao was unfolding on the Evil Moon Continent.
The spectacle was grand, yet not pleasant to watch, especially for Mo Shaohang.
Mo Shaohang could neither listen to nor focus on anything, his heart filled only with fear and relief. Under the premise of not yet being exposed, it was also breeding a bold silence and confusion.
"Is this what you called having no good plan?"
