Several dozen people tragically died in an instant. The geniuses of the Sorcerer tribe were jolted into making a hasty retreat and distance themselves from their rivals.
The fight came to a halt for the time being.
The geniuses of the Sorcerer tribe were startled by Su Mo's ten Martial Souls and thus stayed their hands.
The superiors of the Firmament Palace sighed in relief and looked at Su Mo for help.
Whether Su Mo could defeat the strongest genius of the Sorcerer tribe or not was uncertain. If Su Mo won the battle, everything would be alright.
If he did not, they would have to flee for their lives.
By mobilizing his ten martial souls, Su Mo seemed to have become a sharp sword under human skin, shining with sword power.
Su Mo raised his feet, and step by step in the void, he strode toward Wu Tianyu.
"Crash!"
Wherever Su Mo passed, space was rent by his body like an arrow cutting through the air.