"Hehehe, hehehe..."
Aboard the flying vessel, Tushan Yuelian laughed out of sheer fury, her demonic power surging forth like a tsunami. A vast, ocean-like pressure instantly enveloped Han Mo, swallowing him whole.
At the center of this crushing force, Han Mo felt a heavy weight pinning him down. His expression shifted, and his mind cleared slightly. Though he had regained his senses, he cursed his luck inwardly. How could he be so unfortunate as to run into a Nascent Soul Demon King within the Yunming Mountains?
Chapter 122