It's Zi Moye, because without the support of the bloodline, he was directly rejected by his own body.
In the end, he had no choice but to give up the idea of pushing forward and began calling Ao Cangsheng.
In the distance, many monks still had their eyes fixed on Mo Lishang's silhouette. But at this moment, they were all looking at Ao Cangsheng.
At this moment, most of these people had a hint of sarcasm and disdain on their faces.
Others had an expression that was not surprised at all.
"Did you see that? I said Ao Cangsheng couldn't possibly be Mo Lisan's opponent. You didn't believe me. Now the facts are in front of you. What else can you say?"
The cultivator gently held the soldier's hand and murmured to himself.
"Even if you don't say it, we all understand. Ao Cangsheng is just a celestial monk. How could he be Mo Lisan's opponent?"
A monk was dissatisfied. He coldly snorted to refute the monk's actions.
