His eyes were filled with ferocity, and the calculated confidence of a man with a plan.
As he charged, one hand rapidly formed a complex, eerie spell before his chest.
With his other hand, he casually flicked a finger at Chu Fan.
"HISS!"
A strand of ink-black Demonic Qi, compressed to its absolute limit, instantly condensed into a three-inch-long, shadowy spike. Faster than sound, it shot straight for the spot between Chu Fan's eyes!
In Mo Daozi's eyes, a mere junior in the Divine Power Realm could never possibly dodge this attack.
Thus, after attacking, he didn't even bother to glance back at Chu Fan. His figure never paused as he charged straight for the cliff's edge.
But the expected sight of a body hitting the ground did not occur.
The very instant the shadowy spike was about to strike the point between Chu Fan's eyebrows, Chu Fan tilted his head with extreme speed!
