1085 Great Sage

After verifying that there was no effect on him, Mo Wuji cleaved out with his Half Moon Weighted Halberd once more. This time, he used Winding River.

A resplendent, silver river came cascading down from mid-air, crashing the array gate.

"Kacha!" A minute crack appeared on the array gate.

In the distance, Kun Yun almost sprang in glee. He had guessed that Mo Wuji's Mortal Dao wouldn't be subjected to the pressures of the Laws. However, a guess was still a guess. But now that he had personally witnessed Mo Wuji attacking the array gate to the Resting Land of Gods without facing any backlash, his heart was simply overflowing with excitement.

At this moment, he felt that his 500 peak-grade god spiritual roots had been well-spent.

Seeing that the Winding River had been effective, Mo Wuji's Half Moon Weighted Halberd continued to conjure one Winding River after another.