Lin Zheyu felt the terrifying aura behind him, and various negative emotions like fear, reluctance, and despair appeared on his face.
Seeing a powerful genius about to fall at his hands, Zhang Mo felt immensely pleased.
He thoroughly enjoyed the despair, reluctance, and fear displayed on a genius's face as they fell.
The distance between Zhang Mo and Lin Zheyu was getting shorter and shorter.
Black and red energy covered his right hand, forming a gigantic palm, which slapped down towards Lin Zheyu's head.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly, Zhang Mo sensed something was off.
The terror, despair, and reluctance on Lin Zheyu's face vanished, replaced by a trace of mockery.
'Could this guy be a Transforming Force expert?'
'Is he pretending to be weak to ambush the strong?'
Zhang Mo had these thoughts in his mind as the black and red energy within him surged instantly.
