Accompanied by the voice of Night Lord, filled with disbelief and incredulity.
He was once again knocked out.
Tumbling on the ground, he tried to get up.
However, Su Mo's strike was too heavy and treacherous.
Even if Night Lord used the Àn Wú Tiān Rì technique from the Wuzhou divine Demon Record, he couldn't fully neutralize it.
In the brief moment, his limbs and organs were invaded by different forces like ice, fire, and Yin Yang.
He felt pain all over his body, without a single part that was free from pain or able to muster strength.
The blood flowing from the corner of his mouth couldn't be wiped away; he could only look up at the young man walking slowly from a distance.
He saw the visitor smile slightly:
"Night Lord, long time no see."
"Su Mo..."
Night Lord stared at the Su Mo in front of him, then glanced at Pei Jingyuan:
"When did he fall into your hands?"
"You truly know how to remain calm..."
