She didn't know who Wei Kuang was or what level he belonged to.

Anyway, in Feng Yujin's words, except for the Holy Emperor and the Eight Masters, everyone would be considered equally.

Mo Mo was used to Feng's arrogance.

She has also transformed from being taciturn at the beginning of the fight to now being able to chat with Feng Yujin even when he is fighting.

Because the battle belongs to Feng Yujin.

She is just a container, or medium, and is only responsible for viewing.

Just wait and the battle will be over.

Just like a big thing, it will be over after you sleep.

This state was very uncomfortable at first. After all, I was watching my body fight in an unfamiliar way.

But later it gradually became a daily routine, because the result was always a complete victory.

As a result, Mo Mo now also believes that as long as Feng Yujin comes out, Wei Kuang will soon fall.

Even though this old man in black is really strong...

Mo Mo covered the wound on his waist with his hands, and blood continued to overflow from between his fingers.

She looked at the old man holding a knife in front of her, felt the aura of peace around her that was like the calm before the storm, and felt pressure for the first time.

"Come together." Mo Mo said softly.

"ah?"

"As Palace Master Bai Zhou said, the one who can exert your power to the greatest extent is completely transformed into a ghost and beast."

"Ah? Didn't you say that one would be easily taken away by me..."

"do not speak!"

Mo Mo shook his head slightly and seriously interrupted Feng Yujin's answer.

She raised her eyes, glanced at nothingness, and slowly curled up in the sky, lowered her head and hugged her knees.

She voluntarily gave up control of her body, and her soul retreated little by little to the edge of the spiritual world, the place where she was most afraid of being squeezed by Feng Yujin.

The buds are in bud, embracing the darkness.
Chapter completed!