"Alright, if you want the treasure, let's see if Fu Mo Saint Child has the capability." Luo Lianxin frowned and glanced at Lin Mo, "This is a grudge between me and Fu Mo Saint Child, it has nothing to do with you." After speaking, the True Yuan within Luo Lianxin surged out, and thousands of sharp, piercing ice cones appeared in the air, making the surrounding atmosphere feel freezing cold. Even Lin Mo, who had cultivated the Ice Cloud Netherworld Record, found it somewhat unbearable.
Can't hold back.
"Great Demon Pu!"
Fu Mo placed his palms together, gathering the dense True Yuan at his mouth, forming a massive black vortex over ten zhang in size, exuding an astonishing devouring power.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh...
Hundreds of ice cones shot out with sharp whistles, all absorbed by the black vortex, while Fu Mo stood behind with a smile, unharmed.
