Not only the Yaochi Saintess but Mo Yang himself was caught in the blast; he was too close to escape the dissipating shockwaves. Fortunately, he was wearing his Emperor-grade Battle Armor, which shielded him from the terrifying surge, though he was still sent flying.
The mere act of two gazes clashing was so catastrophic that, in a sense, this was already a battle between Emperor-level powers. In that moment, countless human powerhouses were struck with shock, as the aura of a Great Emperor radiated and spread across the four corners of the land. Even those secluded in great sects with their gates sealed felt it—the imperial might could not be suppressed.
After steadying himself, Mo Yang looked at the bloody mist swirling around the branches of the Pantao Tree. His gaze went blank, his expression frozen, and then a monstrous rage surged from the depths of his heart, filling his mind with endless fury. He did not hesitate, darting toward the Pantao Tree. The Supreme being lurking within had already been stirred, and it seemed all his previous, insane plans might have to be set in motion today. Mo Yang didn't have time to dwell on that; if things went wrong, he would throw everything he had at them. As for the consequences, he couldn't care less.
Chapter 654