A'mu and the others had all reached their limit.
Originally, Desolate Moon had not been concerned about them at all. That was why he had only sent out a few Pseudo-Heavenly Venerates to besiege them. Killing them sooner or later had been no issue at all. But now that his conspiracy had been ruined by Ling Han, this naturally made him extremely furious. How could he be satisfied without tearing Ling Han to pieces?
With his command, the Pseudo-Heavenly Venerates finally unleashed their true battle prowess.
A'mu and the others were forced to retreat. Some were wounded, blood spraying out and shattered bones glistening eerily. Yet those Pseudo-Heavenly Venerates did not show any change in expression, and were merely loyally executing the command that they had been issued.
"Ling Han, are you done yet!" A'mu shouted out loudly.