Su Mo rode on the sword and rushed toward the runaway geniuses of the Sorcerer tribe.
With his current cultivation, he was much quicker than any genius of the Sorcerer tribe.
"Kill"
Su Mo roared and swung his sword out. The three-colored sword Qi tore open space and traversed thousands of miles to hack the startled crowd.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Screams of pain echoed again as four more geniuses were killed by the sword, their body torn apart and their blood spilling in the sky.
Whoosh!
The glaring 28 Natal Spiritual Swords took turns attacking, no less quick than Su Mo.
A wave of attacks took another 20 lives.
The 28 Natal Spiritual Swords were entirely under Su Mo's control, shuttling here and there and killing the geniuses one after another, like wolves devouring flocks of sheep.
Faced with the Spiritual Swords, these ordinary geniuses were in no position to fight back.
"No!"
"How coud he be so powerful?"