It was precisely that arrogance that allowed Yang Qingxi's carefully prepared curse to silently take effect.
Far away, concealed among the group beneath another disguise, Su Mo calmly observed the battle.
He transmitted his voice.
["Qingxi, can you release other curse effects?"]
Yang Qingxi's complexion had already become noticeably paler.
["I can. But the difference in our strength is too great. It places a tremendous burden on me."]
Su Mo never looked away from Wu Taeyong.
["Then save them for now. We'll need your curse techniques later."]
Yang Qingxi nodded almost imperceptibly.
["When are you going to join the fray?"]
Su Mo's gaze remained fixed upon Wu Taeyong.
Despite being pushed onto the defensive, the old monster still had not revealed his greatest trump card.
["Now isn't the time. This old coot is still hiding his trump cards well. Let Snake pressure him a little longer."]
Yang Qingxi remained silent for a moment before asking,
