The Mo's massive body was covered in wounds.
Over a thousand Upper Grade Open Heavens from the Blessed Holy Lands had fought with her for a long time. Though the losses were enormous, it hadn't been without gain. Thick, ink-like liquid flowed from wound after wound — seemingly the Mo Clan's blood.
The Mo's originally beautiful face was now twisted in a grimace of pain and fury, making her appear all the more hideous.
The moment Yang Kai set foot on the battlefield, he drew the Mo's attention. Over the past century, the Purifying Light he wielded had caused the Mo Clan no small amount of suffering. The hateful gaze she directed at him was like a volcano on the verge of eruption, brimming with boundless rage.
Divine Lord Liu Mu was the first to charge forward.
A resonant hum sounded as spider silk sprang taut, transforming into razor-sharp blades that sliced through the void, turning the path ahead into a deadly labyrinth of thorns.
One mystic art after another erupted from Divine Lord Liu Mu's hands. The mighty power of heaven and earth surged forth, its might limitless, sweeping away the obstacles before them.
The Mo clearly understood Liu Mu's intention — he was creating an opening for Yang Kai to strike. She let out a cold sneer: "Wishful thinking!"
She raised her head slightly, her long legs moving in a flurry as she locked onto Liu Mu from afar. The barbs on those legs curved like eagle talons, and a beam of black light, swift as lightning, shot forth from one of the barbs.
Liu Mu had never expected the Mo to still possess such an ability — throughout the days of battle, she had never once used it.
Caught off guard, he had no time to properly defend himself. In haste, he twisted his body to the side.
The black light grazed his shoulder, but Liu Mu leaped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. He formed his fingers into a blade and sliced away the flesh on his shoulder.
That flesh was burned to ash in mid-air by a power like ink-flame.
His shoulder was left a bloody mess. Pain washed over him, but Liu Mu seemed not to notice. He merely turned to look at Yang Kai, and seeing that Yang Kai was still close behind him, completely unharmed, he finally relaxed.
"Watch out!" Yang Kai called out a warning.
Before the alarm could register on Liu Mu's face, more black light was launched from the Mo's direction, arriving in the blink of an eye.
Liu Mu's eyes nearly split with fury. He let out a tremendous roar, and an enormous, towering figure suddenly materialized behind him — an iron-clad golden giant, majestic and awe-inspiring.
The iron-clad golden giant stood over a hundred feet tall, its entire body encased in golden armor without a single gap, its face completely obscured. In its hands it wielded a long horse-cleaving saber, its blade radiating fierce light, as though it could cut down every demon and evil in the world.
This was none other than Divine Lord Liu Mu's Dharma Manifestation.
As an Eighth Grade Open Heaven, Divine Lord Liu Mu naturally possessed his own Dharma Manifestation. However, he would not invoke it lightly under normal circumstances, for it was his most powerful technique — a move of last resort.
But under the Mo's ferocious onslaught, he had no choice but to employ it.
Liu Mu's entire being merged with the golden-armored giant. The horse-cleaving saber swept forward, deflecting wave after wave of incoming black light. With each collision, the golden giant's entire body shuddered, its steps forced backward.
In the span of two or three breaths, the golden giant had retreated dozens of yards, yet the incoming black light seemed endless.
The golden giant could hold no longer. Just as the black light was about to shatter it to pieces, figures suddenly charged in from both flanks.
Every single figure was an Eighth Grade Supreme from the Blessed Holy Lands.
Profound mystic arts erupted in unison, and with the combined might of over a dozen people, they finally managed to halt the black light.
Liu Mu turned his head to survey the surroundings, giving everyone a slight nod. He took the lead like a great general storming the front lines, surging to the very forefront.
The thirteen or so Eighth Graders split into two wings, shielding Yang Kai at their center as they rumbled forward.
The Mo's power was deeply etched in everyone's hearts. All the strong cultivators of the Blessed Holy Lands had now witnessed the terror of the Royal Clan. She fought alone against over a thousand Upper Grade Open Heavens, and yet remained this ferocious.
Black light continued to bounce and pierce through the air, but it was neutralized each time by the combined efforts of the Eighth Grade Supremes.
The distance between them closed steadily. The ghostly spider silk that lashed out to kill could no longer halt their advance.
Lan Youruo had already broken away from the formation.
She had guessed the Eighth Grade Supremes' plan and didn't follow along to be a burden. Instead, from a relatively safe position, she unleashed mystic art after mystic art, bombarding the Mo's massive body.
She was not alone — many Blessed Holy Lands cultivators stood beside her. And with the thirteen or so Eighth Grade Supremes guarding Yang Kai drawing most of the Mo's attention, the others were comparatively safe.
A flicker of panic crossed the Mo's face. She clearly recalled the terror of the Purifying Light.
Especially when Yang Kai began devouring the power of the yellow and blue crystals within his Small World, and different lights began glowing in his left and right hands respectively — that panic grew all the more obvious.