Mo Tian stared at the ten cold, lifeless bodies before him, his eyes gradually filling with killing intent.
Mo Xuan didn't know how to break the silence, but at that moment, several figures flickered behind Mo Tian.
Seeing the powerhouses that had arrived, Mo Xuan was momentarily stunned.
The remaining forty Dao Venerables had now assembled.
Such a grand display of force had never been seen before in the Wizard Clan.
Under the watchful gazes of the crowd, Mo Tian issued his command.
"Find the one responsible and bring me his head!"
With Mo Tian's order, dozens of Dao Venerables shot off like streaks of light.
Their speed was astonishing—within a blink, they had vanished thousands of meters away.
"You will mobilize the wizard soldiers and accompany them."
Mo Tian's words were directed at Mo Xuan, who knew he had committed a grave mistake and dared not say another word.