Just now, the moment his cultivation had broken through, Mo Wen's soul underwent a metamorphosis. His thoughts spread across a hundred miles. Within those hundred miles, every moment was within his grasp.
It was an experience that he had never felt before. He was like a deity, who was omniscient and looking over all of the people. He immediately flew out of the room, disappearing into the sky in the blink of an eye.
Meanwhile, in the forest in the wilderness, there were three people who were engaged in fierce combat. It was a two-against-one fight.
An elderly man and a middle-aged man were surrounding a stern youth who was dressed in a suit. The youth was actually not at a disadvantage, even though he was outmanned. He remained sturdy and unmatched.
"Even though the two of you joined forces, you are still no match for me," the stern youth said coldly as he dealt with their assault.