If possible, Mo Lin really doesn't want to waste the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman on such a boring place.
But now he really doesn't have a better choice.
If he doesn't use the Ten Thousand Destruction Immortal Suppression Talisman, Mo Lin might lose today.
If he loses, he won't get the Netherworld's Nether Fire.
This consequence is something Mo Lin cannot afford.
"I'll remind you all first, bear the consequences later," Mo Lin slowly said.
"What do you mean?"
"Who are you trying to scare?"
"Why don't I understand?" Everyone was baffled.
In the distance, the Celestial Solitude Star, one of the Thirty-Two Celestial Spirits, suddenly moved.
She raised her right hand and pulled down the silver-gray spear from behind her.
She threw the spear out.
"Zheng..."
The spear hit the ground with a sharp sound.
The spear shaft swayed on the ground, leaving a residual shadow.
Mo Lin furrowed his brows slightly.
This long spear is no ordinary object.
