Amidst the dazzling explosion, a figure broke through the blockade and appeared before Morsa as if teleporting.
With a punch.
Morsa's cold and stern pupils contracted fiercely, the golden light-filled fist in his eyes magnified infinitely, then descended.
At this critical moment, Morsa's arms spread wide across his chest, but under this punch, they didn't even have the qualification to delay for a moment.
A crisp sound of bones cracking.
Morsa's left arm shattered inch by inch under the punch, then exploded, and the punch pierced through the right arm to land on Morsa's chest.
The chest bones cracked and collapsed.
Su Mu threw another punch, but this one missed.
In Su Mu's eyes, a blood-red robe shattered loudly, but Morsa appeared dozens of miles away out of thin air. At this moment, he flicked his arm, and a mass of blood surged, his right arm regrowing at a visible speed, and the collapse in his chest also rebounded with a breath.
