Damn it! What am I supposed to do? Just sit back and let these demons take the immortal tool?
Hiding in the shadows, Mo Hao's mind raced. His eyes stayed locked on the immortal tool floating inside the massive sinkhole, his fingers twitching with impatience.
And then—something no one expected happened.
The immortal tool moved on its own.
With a sharp hum, the sword-shaped phantom sliced through the air like a dragon cutting through water. It didn't hesitate. It shot straight toward Ben Man, its blade flashing with deadly intent.
Ben Man's lips curled into a grin.
"Good! Let's see how strong you really are!"
He didn't dodge. Didn't back down. Instead, he raised a massive fist and punched straight at the incoming sword phantom.
BOOM!
The impact sent a terrifying shockwave blasting in all directions.