Boom!
Wu Lao's aura was unleashed, his momentum climbing steadily, reaching a breathtaking level before finally ceasing.
The punch he threw at this moment was also suffused with a suffocating vibe, as if it were the soul hooking scythe of the Messenger of Hell, threatening to claim a life at any moment.
"Keep it up! Only by withstanding this blow, will there be a point to this battle!" White Mitchell's voice echoed swiftly.
He was constantly observing this battle. From the outset, he knew that Wu Lao, with his abilities, was no match for Kylin.
If Kylin were to unleash his full power, Wu Lao would not even handle three moves.
There was no other reason except that Kylin was a War God trained by him from the White War Department. If he couldn't even beat an ordinary War God, then he might as well take off his battle robe and become a farmer.
However, after all, One doesn't often encounter a Titled War God like Wu Lao.