Pei Yang watched the battle from a distance, his heart undoubtedly shaken and anxious.
He had also realized the terrifying ability of Mo Ying, to perfectly mimic the martial arts moves of others!
"Mo Ying's demonic art potential is indeed immense, capable of matching the enemy's level and then using his immortal body's advantage to win the battle. Once Mo Ying's Intention Demon Form Skill is fully cultivated, even if facing an Innate Martial Artist, he could still emerge victorious!"
The man in red, Hong Yin, watched the two combatants. He had no intention of intervening, but the corner of his mouth held a smile, as he was quite optimistic about Mo Ying's potential.
"If this drags on... the outcome is unpredictable, but even if I exert all my strength and defeat Mo Ying, there's still Hong Yin..."
Hong Zhenxiang was locked in a fierce battle with Mo Ying, and he felt just as burdened.