"Old Fang, if Su Mo is in danger, go out and help immediately!"

The ancestor of Mingjian frowned and said something, then ignored it. He was responsible for controlling the main battle formation and could not be distracted at all.

"Don't worry!"

The silver-haired master nodded. How could he not know the importance of Su Mo?

Whoosh!

The next moment, another figure rushed out behind the Ancestor of the Underworld Sword, following Su Mo.

It was none other than Xiao Ling.

He felt that the main battle formation would not have any impact if he was missing many of them.

His blood was already boiling. He had killed more people than Su Mo because he was now at the middle level of Creation Realm.

now.

Su Mo, who looked like a dragon, rushed out of Xuanyue Battle City in an instant. In one step, he rushed into the Golden Horn Clan army. His aura was violent, and endless chaos power surrounded him, forming a glow of light.

With a wave of his hand, the Chaos Thunder Bell was like a huge mountain, carrying the power of explosive thunder and suppressing it fiercely.

boom!

The earth-shaking loud noise shook the sky, and the terrifying power was like the Milky Way falling down.

The huge Chaos Thunder Bell killed more than a thousand Golden Horn tribesmen in one fell swoop, including no fewer than five beings in the lower realm of creation.

Blood mist surged all over the sky, and the next moment the blood mist was crushed into nothingness by the permeating power of thunder.
Chapter completed!