This move seemed slow, but in reality, it was incredibly fast, faster than lightning.
The World-Ending Demon Spear drew a faint golden shadow, sweeping towards Mo like a stream of light as Yang Yan advanced.
Boom—
The world rumbled, and space trembled.
Despite not reaching the Saint Realm, Yang Yan had been continuously refining the World Tree within his body for over a year, even while comatose.
At this moment, purely in terms of endurance, Yang Yan was no less capable than a cultivator with a solid foundation in the Saint Realm.
As this spear swept out, a massive spear shadow appeared in the starry sky, crashing down upon Mo with a fierce momentum.
Mo's calm complexion faded, replaced by a savage expression.
Whoosh!
Behind him, black fog surged, and Barbaric Beast Souls roared out, converging madly into a massive, menacing beast.
"Little bastard, if you insist on seeking death, I'll fulfill your wish."
Under these circumstances, Mo still spoke with arrogance.
