"Xiao Shi!"
After anxiously searching everywhere, Mo Laishi's parents and Mo Wange finally saw the familiar figure of Mo Laishi.
They were delighted and immediately raised their feet to run over.
However, at this moment, a hand suddenly stretched out and blocked their way.
It was Duanmu Taichu who tried to stop them. He said solemnly, "Uncle and aunt, please don't go over there yet. Ah Mo...something seems a little off!"
Duanmu Taichu's tone was full of worry and caution.
In fact, Duanmu Taichu had witnessed the evil Mo Laishi with his own eyes.
That was the last time when Morais was surrounded and attacked by the Skull and Bones Society.
The scene at that time is still vivid in my mind. It seemed as if Amo had become a completely different person. He was shrouded in darkness, lost his reason and emotions, and became unable to distinguish between relatives and friends.
Now seeing Morais in this condition again, Duanmu Taichu knew that the danger was far greater than before.
If Amo's parents rushed over at this moment, they would most likely be accidentally injured or even killed by Amo, who had already fallen into a crazy state.
Thinking of this, Duanmu Taichu held Mo Dongsheng and Qiao Yueyue tightly, not daring to relax at all.
Mo Dongsheng and Qiao Yueyue were originally about to run towards their children with joy, but after hearing Duanmu Taichu's words, they stopped abruptly.
Following Duanmu Taichu's gaze, he found that there was indeed an indescribable weirdness in Mo Laishi's behavior.
Although they were extremely anxious about their son's safety, they chose to trust Duanmu Taichu's judgment, temporarily suppressed their impulse, and did not rush forward.
After dealing with Ye Mu, Dark Morais was like a wild beast that had broken free from its cage, and he let out a creepy and crazy laugh.
The laughter resounded through the sky, shaking the air around it slightly.
His eyes flashed with fanatical and bloody light, and he looked extremely excited, as if the long-hidden desire for killing in his body was completely ignited at this moment.
The next second, he flashed and rushed into the group of puppet soldiers like a black lightning.
The dark blade held tightly in his hand flashed cold rays in the air, carrying an extremely sharp momentum, and mercilessly harvested the lives of the puppet soldiers like chopping melons and vegetables.
Every time he swung the knife, blood would splatter everywhere and broken limbs would fly everywhere.
Those puppet soldiers had no power to fight back in front of him and could only watch their companions fall in a pool of blood one after another.
In just less than a minute, Dark Morais had killed nearly two hundred puppet soldiers as if he was in an empty space.
At this moment, he seemed to be in a bloody Shura field, and in his eyes, these puppet soldiers were no longer living beings, but crops of wheat waiting to be harvested.
As long as he swung the long sword in his hand, two or three people would fall down at the same time.
"Hahahaha... It's not enough, far from enough, I have to kill more people!" Dark Morais muttered to himself while slaughtering crazily.
His originally handsome face was now dyed scarlet by the blood sprayed by the puppet soldiers, which contrasted with his hideous and twisted expression. He looked as terrifying as a demon crawling out from the depths of hell.
Mo Dongsheng and Qiao Yueyue, who were standing not far away, witnessed this scene. They felt as if someone was pulling their hearts tightly together, feeling both fearful and worried.
They looked at their son who was almost out of control and were at a loss for a moment, not knowing how to make him regain his sanity.
"Don't worry too much, just wait and see! Maybe after he vents all the pent-up anger in his heart, everything will be fine." At this moment, Duanmu Taichu on the side spoke to comfort him.
However, despite what he said, there was still a hint of worry in his eyes that was difficult to conceal.
After all, no one can predict what Morais will eventually become if this continues.
At this moment, Fei Chongji, Wu Zimo, Chi Zhan, Wei Zhongtian and others also walked over quickly.
When they witnessed Morais's almost insane expression, they all frowned without exception.
At this moment, Dark Morais was immersed in the pleasure brought by killing. The dark blade in his hand kept waving, and every swing would bring up a string of scarlet blood flowers.
However, just as he was killing with great enthusiasm, suddenly, a voice whose gender was difficult to distinguish exploded like thunder across the entire battlefield: "Chinese people, I have to admit that I underestimated you."
Before he finished speaking, a terrifying pressure that was so overwhelming that almost enveloped the entire battlefield descended from the sky like a mountain crushing an egg.
Many people with lower cultivation levels didn't even have time to react before they were pinned to the ground by this pressure. No matter how they struggled, they couldn't get up.
Even team members like Pofeng and Yuan Shugen, who possessed pseudo-grandmaster strength, felt as if they were carrying a heavy burden. Their chests felt heavy, cold sweat broke out on their heads, and breathing became extremely difficult, as if they would suffocate to death in the next moment.
Mo Dongsheng quickly released the true energy in his body and protected Qiao Yueyue, Mo Wange and Mo Congshan in the true energy shield.
"This...this pressure...could it be him?"
Mo Dongsheng and Qiao Yueyue looked at each other, and saw deep fear in each other's eyes, and their bodies couldn't help but tremble slightly.
They were very familiar with this pressure, because it belonged only to that terrifying existence - the God of Creation!
At this moment, this name kept echoing in their minds like a spell.
Although Duanmu Taichu and others were not directly crushed to the ground by the pressure, everyone couldn't help but feel a strong sense of palpitations in their hearts, as if an invisible big hand was tightly grasping their hearts, making them breathless and their heartbeats accelerated.
Everyone raised their heads at the same time, their eyes fixed on the sky.
Because with their keen intuition, they have clearly felt the source of this terrifying pressure.
I saw a figure slowly descending from mid-air. The person was covered in a black cloak, making it impossible to see his face and body outline.
As the mysterious man gradually approached, the air around him seemed to become heavier, as if even time had stopped.
When the mysterious man finally stopped less than fifty meters from the ground, he crossed his arms over his chest, raised his head slightly, and looked down at everyone below from above.
His expression was cold and arrogant, as if everything in the world was as small and humble as an ant, and was completely under his control.
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