The leading black-garbed cultivator felt uneasy and suddenly gritted his teeth,
“Take the Pills, we need a quick battle and a quick decision!”
The other three black-garbed individuals were startled and looked hesitant.
But they dared not disobey the “Big Brother’s” command.
The three of them each took a half-step back and, from nowhere, pulled out a blood-colored pill. Before Cheng Mo and comrades could react, they quickly swallowed it.
In an instant, the aura of all four surged wildly, and their eyes were streaked with bloodlines.
Cheng Mo and his companions’ expressions turned grave.
“Evil Pill?”
In their hearts, they sensed something ominous.
Already at a disadvantage, now the four black-garbed men had taken Evil Pills, boosting their Cultivation significantly.
If things continued this way, they feared it was more likely to end badly…
Cheng Mo clenched his teeth and recklessly shouted,
“A bunch of Evil Path fiends! Even if I die today, I’ll take you down with me!”
After speaking, he roared angrily, his eyes wide as he coated his upper body muscles in a deep bronze color, his Blood Qi boiling. His entire demeanor was like a giant axe ready to cleave mountains and split the earth.
Mountain Cleaving Axe!
This was the ancestral Taoist Skill of the Qianzhou Cheng Family, simple in technique but brutally powerful.
Once activated, the skin would become like steel, and the axe blade could cleave mountains and split rocks.
However, the duration was limited.
At his Realm, his Cultivation was limited, and he couldn’t fully unleash the power of this Taoist Skill.
Cheng Mo forcing his hand was a depletion of his Blood Qi, a desperate gamble against the black-garbed cultivators.
Situ Jian and Yang Qianjun, seeing Cheng Mo’s readiness to fight to the death, also understood that this was a critical moment where they had no choice but to take the risk.
They had a slim chance if they fought.
If they didn’t, death was certain.
Situ Jian joined his fingers, pushing his Sword Qi to the extreme, covering his Spirit Sword with a layer of bright, fiery Li Fire.
Yang Qianjun’s eyes gleamed golden, and his long spear also gathered a dazzling golden light.