Chapter 793 (1/2)

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Chapter Seven Hundred and Ninety Three – Ghost Mist Child

It was the first ti

The other see body The endless mist sea would heal his injuries Compared to him, the mist monsters that Zuo Mo and the others encountered in the Mist Hall weren't worth a mention Every Ghost Mist Head was like a heavy littlefaces were filled with an eerie power

It the sun shen poasn't their bane, Zuo Mo doubted that he could have ed to survive until now

However, at this tihts in his head

The green strand in his hand floated uncontrollably The light at the tip of Zuo Mo's finger suddenly gave off an ancient and desolate power It was like the vast prins of civilization, only the vitality of nature

This shen glyph he did not know the nalyph that he had not yet completely comprehended flooded into his mind as Zuo Mo was forced to a precipice

The green strand suddenly rolled back as though it was summoned

The hair-thin strand tore through the air with a piercing shriek

Zuo Mo's attention was co frohter

Suddenly, his fingertip felt heavy Joy flashed through Zuo Mo's eyes This was the feeling!

Vroom!

A heart-shaking low roar ca closer

The dancing green strand started to give off eerie light It was like a lu in the air

Any ghost reen strand would pop The hair-thin green strand seeht blows, even the largest ghost mist heads would turn to dust!

This scene was a to see

Pop pop pop!

The ghosttowards Zuo Mo were destroyed Before their destruction, the sorroails of the ghost

Yet Zuo Mo as ilyph did not seem to feel it In a blink, the space in front of Zuo Mo was clear

The reen strand and exclai!”

Green Pulse String?

Zuo Mo did not have tiertips was not one of heaviness but a dull burning pain as though he had rubbed the skin on his finger raw

Zuo Mo gave a nored the pain He continued to draw the shen glyph that appeared in his mind

———

The green strand suddenly untied itself from Zuo Mo's wrist

The green stand danced in front of Zuo Mo, one end flying into the sky, and the other end under Zuo Mo

In a flash, the green strand was pulled tight like a piano wirethe sky and earth!

The iant was clearly panicked His body sank and he was about to flee into theas he fled into the mist sea, he would be safe

Suddenly, his figure froze The lower half of his body did not listen to him

Watching as the light of the green strand grew, he panicked even more

What was going on?

He bent his neck and found to his shock that the lower half of his body had, at sorey

Only now he did suddenly recall the wo into his body His body could change at will, was i as he was in the mist sea, he was immortal!

Ever since he began guarding the Mist Eye Tablet, after fighting so many totem warriors, there was only a handful of warriors that he felt threatened by

How could these torms threaten him, an entity who had lived for tens of thousands of years and was peerlessly powerful?

But …

The initial spread of the grey color hadn't attracted his attention In the moments before this, he had dismissed it

What was this?

The htly shocked but he did not lose his coreat poison! He pondered This was not a challenge to him He was experienced

Poison was useless against him!

The iant recovered his calreatest support He had experience in dealing with poisons If he collapsed his body and then reconstructed it again, even the greatest poison was useless

Just like usual, he prepared to destroy his body

Yet, in the next ed He was unable to break down his body!

Hoas this possible!

Hoas this possible!

The reen light entered his vision

He couldn't help but turn his head His soul was scared out of him

The ruler-straight green thread energy was so thick it was al that connected the earth to the sky was giving off a blinding and intense light

When thein the air, he was !

Impossible!

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The burning sensation froer Zuo Mo had reached the end of what he could draw His attention was focused and tense, so focused he had no other thoughts He feared that if he slacked off slightly, all of this ould go to waste

As Zuo Mo drew the shen glyph, the green strand that was like a chord of light in front of him seemed to be drawn back by invisible hands