Streams of Primordial Energy surged from all directions, converging toward Lin Mo's body as their focal point. At this moment, he was like a blue whale, gulping down seawater, gathering countless True Yuan; the sheer power nearly suffocated everyone around.
Standing at the shore, He Shouming, He Jingxing, and others had to retreat over ten meters before they could finally catch their breath.
He Wuxue's beautiful eyes widened like copper bells, filled with brilliant colors and a faint trace of anticipation and excitement.
This was the inherent worship humans had for the strong.
Let alone Wei Jingshou and the rest, whose minds had already gone blank. Was this Martial Arts?
Lin Mo's displayed aura had seemingly transcended Martial Arts, stepping into a higher realm. Perhaps, as he said, his Fist Skill was that of an Immortal.
