Wu Ming was very surprised.
The battle was still ongoing.
Jiang Ming took a few more steps forward. The rebound just now had also caused some damage to him. Fortunately, it was not too serious. At most, it was some flesh wounds.
On the other hand, Elder Mo was spurting blood all over the ground. His aura was getting more and more dispirited. He no longer had the bearing of a mid-stage Golden Core Realm cultivator.
When he saw Jiang Ming approaching him step by step, Elder Mo felt a wave of regret. He had underestimated this kid too much. He should have used his full power to kill him.
Little did he know that even if he used all of it, it would at most cause a greater but not fatal injury to Jiang Ming. Once he did that, Jiang Ming would be more serious and his attacks would be more tyrannical. At that time, the one who would really be unlucky would be Elder Mo himself.
"Now, do you have any last words?"