Head to the Netherworld

Tens of thousands of starlight beams descended from the sky, shining on Granny Mo's radiant form.

Rays of light flashed as spots of starlight hovered around her like dancing spirits, fluttering around and through her flowing hair. Altogether, they made Granny Mo look like a peerless fairy descending to this world.

Her exquisite hand held a long mace, which had transformed from her staff. Pieces of wood that were once on the stick had broken off to reveal its golden form underneath, which was laced with mysterious patterns.

It was the Heavenly Secret Holy Land's God Slaying weapon, the God Slaying Mace.

Mo Cha had more than ten clones surrounding her, and all of them held a trident with menacing aura. Every time they waved it, Nether energy would shoot out, releasing a sonic boom that shook the air.

However, upon facing Granny Mo's God Slaying Mace, Mo Cha's pores burst open. His black eyes widened instantly.

Boom.