Chapter Nine Hundred and Twelve

Mo Ling was already out of control, seeing Zhao Yi's arrogant posture, he couldn't stand it at all, the terrifying divine power was unleashed crazily, without any concealment, the whole world. It seems that everything is surging!

Sensing the changing winds around him, Zhao Yi's cold and sharp eyes. There was also a trace of solemnity, even though Mo Ling's playing style was already messed up, his tyrannical strength was still there.

If it was Zhao Yi a few months ago. Maybe there will be some fear, but now he...

"Binding formation, vine cage!"

Zhao Yi breathed out a foul breath, intending to use the fastest way to resolve the battle. His palms were imprinted, and complex and incomprehensible figures appeared in the ground at some point.

At the moment when Mo Ling was about to rush towards Zhao Yi, Mo Ling seemed to have stepped on some kind of mechanism, the ground split instantly, and vines, like maggots attached to bones, crazily entwined around Mo Ling's body.

"Just relying on these things. Dare to stop me?!"

The movement was restrained, but a sneer appeared on the corner of Mo Ling's mouth. The divine power flowing in his body turned into a blade for an instant, cutting off the vine abruptly!

Transformation with divine power, this is the iconic power possessed only by the strong gods!

"Didn't stop it? But the few seconds of delay. It's enough!"

Zhao Yi raised his pitch-black eyes, without any emotion in his eyes, but with the indifference towards the dead!

"God Destruction Art..."

Zhao Yi raised a finger, and the terrifying divine power crazily gathered towards the fingertip, and the spiritual power in his body was drained instantly. And the fingertips that gathered all the strength of the whole body actually had a burst of golden light, which contained some kind of terrifying power.

"Break mountains and rivers with one finger!"

Zhao Yi's voice fell above Mo Ling's head. A golden finger actually appeared out of thin air, and before it landed, the terrifying golden light swept over with unshakable power!

"You only use one finger to deal with me, do you look down on people?!"

Mo Ling yelled, and countless attacks crazily bombarded the golden fingers. But no matter how he attacked, the golden finger remained motionless. It can't even block the instant!

"No!"

When the golden finger was less than ten feet away from Mo Ling, he finally felt the crisis of death. But it was already too late, the golden finger landed on him.

Without any explosive power, at the moment of death, Mo Ling felt an indescribable gravity pressing on his body, and his bones turned into scum in an instant.

"boom!"

The solid ground, under this finger, was smashed into a big pit more than ten meters deep. The golden fingers turned into golden divine power, blended into the air, and became the nourishment of the world.

"Third... third uncle?"

Everyone outside the arena had already been dumbfounded by the scene in front of them. Mo Ling, who was called a half-step god, was killed by Zhao Yi with one finger!

And it's the kind of destruction with no bones left!

"Run! Run away!"

When they went to the huge pit to investigate and saw Mo Ling's tragic death, they were instantly frightened out of their wits. They screamed and couldn't care about anything else, and ran away crazily. Two more legs.

"You...wait for me!"

Mo Ling felt nauseated, he resisted his stomach churning, and ran away crazily. This time, he finally knew what a powerful enemy he had provoked!