This almost shattered his cognition.

Chu Mo didn't answer, but just snorted coldly and rushed over again.

This scene.

Let the remaining two gods come back to their senses.

They subconsciously glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of shock in each other's eyes, and then without any hesitation, they turned around and fled.

Why fight for this?

The battle lasted less than an incense stick of time before a god fell.

How dare they continue fighting in the face of such terrifying and bizarre means?

It’s better to escape quickly and wait for the ancestor to use the clan treasure to kill this official!

The two men had no intention of fighting and just wanted to return to their homeland as soon as possible.

But how could Chu Mo give them this opportunity?

"If you want to leave, it's over!"

Chu Mo's blood was surging like a mountain or sea. His talents of time and space were running at the same time, and he immediately froze the two gods in the void.

Even though they pushed their blood and qi to struggle, they were able to break free soon.

But even if it was just a moment of blocking, it was enough for Chu Mo to unleash the Daluo sword intent.

boom!

As the sword lights swept through, cutting through the void and falling on them, the two gods felt that their Dao fruits began to vibrate violently.

They finally understood the fear that the previous god of the same race had felt.

"What kind of sword intent does this boy have? Why can it even work on Dao Fruit?"

"This is impossible! This is simply impossible!"

The two gods were horrified.

They were completely frightened and didn't even have the slightest thought of fighting. The only thing left was this -

escape!

Escape at all costs!