His left hand was raised high, his hot blood boiling, his body slightly arched, his hands empty and placed in front of his chest, his ten fingers spread open, like a beast storing up its strength, giving off a dangerous aura! This was the starting stance for close combat in the Mahayana Demon Body, which he had unconsciously used.

  The surroundings were as quiet as death, forcing Luo Mo's attention to be unprecedentedly concentrated, and all his senses were mobilized. Recently, his senses had made rapid progress, and he had never mobilized so many senses at once like today. The usual "fishing" would exhaust his senses every time, but the demon's senses consumed extremely low energy, and the entire consumption process was like a gentle stream.

  But this time's move, however, left no room for reservation, a desperate gamble.

  His lively spirit enveloped his body and everything around him, rapidly sketching out in his mind with clarity like a mirror reflection.

  The surrounding temperature gradually rises, the scorching breath becomes heavier, the dark and profound void slowly brightens up, and the surroundings turn crimson.

  Zuo Mo remained still, his eyes slightly narrowed, his entire being inwardly focused, like a stone statue.

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  "How many years has it been since anyone has disturbed the Prison Break War? He doesn't look that old, what a freak!" Leng Xiao said with emotion to his good friend Huang Zheng. The two of them had just rushed from the Second Prison to Mo Shui Ming Kong and hadn't even had time to catch their breath when they saw Zuo Mo standing alone on the battlefield.

  He wore a black silk robe with intricate gold patterns embroidered on the collar and cuffs, his tall and slender figure standing upright. He was born into a noble family, always looking down on others with an air of superiority that had long been ingrained in his bones. However, he wasn't stupid. Facing that pervert in the prison arena, he didn't have any capital to be arrogant at all.

  Those who can trigger the war of breaking prisons are all freaks among freaks. If they can continue to be freaks, after another hundred or two hundred years, they even have the qualifications to enter the Council of Elders.

  He stared intently, muttering in amazement: "Indeed, he's an abnormal one; I couldn't even sense his presence. This move of sealing breath is beyond our league." Suddenly, he looked puzzled and said: "But this posture... no matter how I look at it, it seems like a demonic skill..."

  Leng Ke was indeed from a prestigious family, and his eyesight was even sharper. He examined it carefully for a long time before nodding: "It's demonic work!"

  "You're telling me they're practicing demonic cultivation together? That's just ridiculous!" Zhēng's face was filled with incredulity.

  He was also filled with doubts in his heart and didn't dare to jump to conclusions, so he just said: "We'll know soon."

  Two demons stared intently at the Prison Battlefield. The empty and desolate Prison Battlefield was a place they had also charged through back then, and with their strength, it hadn't taken much effort. They were quite curious - was the legendary Prison Break War really that fierce?

  At this moment, the prison battlefield began its first wave of attack.

  Endless red light, suddenly like being pulled by an invisible force, they came from all sides, drawing out a dazzling red line at an astonishing speed, converging into a dazzling red light spot.

  A red glow suddenly expanded, and in an instant, a huge fireball floated about a hundred feet away from Zuo Mo. Scarlet flames continuously shot out like tongues of fire. The powerful force of the fire spread with the heat wave. Zuo Mo felt as if he was inside a giant furnace, being roasted to unbearable temperatures.

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  A blazing red light, a bright red spark like a shooting star, a fiercely burning fireball, and waves of surging flames, the demons outside watching couldn't help but show their admiration.

  "Senki's water magic is unmatched, but I never thought his fire magic would be so overbearing!" Chou was filled with admiration.

  Leng Ke's face was also filled with reverence and admiration, "I heard that when Qian Liu broke the prison and re-established Mo Shui Ming Kong's name, he was only 28 years old. To be able to establish a prison's name at the age of 28 is truly terrifying and respectable."

  "Ah, if it weren't for someone breaking the prison, we wouldn't have this good fortune." Zhēng suddenly smiled and said: "I also don't know what kind of thoughts Qianliu would have when he finds out that his Mo Shui Ming Kong has been challenged."

  A massive fireball, blazing fiercely, with an overbearing and scorching aura, carrying the soul-wounding power of the Fire God's wrath, swept through everything around it in waves. Zuo Mo's figure under the fireball was tiny, like an ant.

  "He seems very confident." Leng Xiao suddenly said.

  "Those who can stir up a prison-breaking war are certainly not ordinary people." Zhēng said with a matter-of-fact expression, but his tone immediately shifted: "However, similarly, the fire magic that left an imprint in the Ten Finger Prison is not something that can be easily dealt with by Thousand Flow-sama either."

  "Who are you actually helping? Saying it is as good as not saying it." Lan Feng rolled her eyes.

  "Haha, let's watch the excitement, let's watch the excitement!" Zhēng said with an awkward smile.

  The two people spoke quickly, but their eyes didn't move an inch, staring firmly at Zuo Mo in the arena.

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  His left eye, narrowed to a thin slit, revealed only a narrow gap, but no one could miss the deep, cold, and eerie flame that seemed to be silently flickering in the depths of his eyes.

  With his arms open, his ten fingers spread apart, and his body slightly arched, he gave the surrounding demons a misperception that he was going to hug this tyrannical and deadly fireball!

  Zuo Mo was not flustered at all.

  The enormous fireball in front of him, the deadly and intense aura it emitted, did not stir up even a ripple on his heart.

  Among the five elements, fire is the one he is most familiar with, aside from water. From his initial Water-Repelling Sword Technique to his later Golden Crow Fire, he can be considered a master of playing with fire.

  The fireball in front of him was somewhat similar to the one Pu Yao had demonstrated when he was teaching him. When Zuo Mo had encountered difficulties understanding the Water Drop Sword Classic, Pu Yao had also created a massive fireball at that time.

  This familiar scene made his spirit appear a little dazed. But only for a moment, his body naturally entered combat mode, he was no longer an inexperienced Wu Kong Sword Sect disciple without actual combat experience. The battle-hardened him keenly sensed the opportunity.

  He took the initiative to attack.

  In the void, he took a step forward and disappeared from the sight of the crowd of demons.

  The strange pace, evoked a burst of astonishment, but what made the demons even more astonished was his actions. He directly charged towards the fireball, wasn't that seeking death? This fireball was almost formed by mobilizing the entire power of the prison battlefield, and the density of the fire element contained within had reached an extremely terrifying degree. As long as he was touched by any wave of flames, it's likely that no one could retreat unscathed.

  The fireball seemed to feel threatened, and a large flame burst forth, with wave after wave of crimson flames sweeping towards Mo Xi. In the empty space, the density of the Fire Element's power suddenly reached a terrifying level.

  Sweat dripped down his forehead as the intense flames within the prison battlefield made him, who was well-versed in fire magic, feel a thrill of fear.

  Zuo Mo stepped out of thin air, his feet not stopping for even a half point, and strode forward, as if he had once again entered the void.

  Unconsciously, his legs were shrouded in a faint golden light.

  A surge of flames, frantically pounced on Mo, several times almost hitting him, only a hair's breadth away. Such an exciting scene made Nan Xuan's face pale, and she nearly screamed several times.

  Zuo Mo's expression was indifferent, as if he didn't notice anything, his footsteps were leisurely and calm, without a hint of panic.

  Among the onlookers, there were no lack of connoisseurs who had never seen such a strange gait before. Leng Xiao and Jiang Zheng, two demons, felt their bodies stiffen with shock, their eyes wide with astonishment.

  Just as all the monsters were shocked by Zuo Mo's footsteps, no one noticed that Zuo Mo's hands had a faint glow.

  With every stride, the radiance on Luo Mo's hand grew a bit more intense.

  When Zuo Mo took his twelfth step, the light from his two hands was dense and substantial, almost as if it were about to flow like a liquid.

  What is this?

  The eyes of the monsters were unconsciously attracted by the light enveloped by Zuo Mo's hands, and after a chill in their hearts, they were filled with curiosity.

  Everyone knows that this is Zuo Mo's killer move. No matter how mysterious the steps are, they can't break through the fireball, and still have to rely on aggressive magic. The colorful light wrapped around his hands, during Zuo Mo's high-speed movement, brought up a rainbow-like afterimage. Along with Zuo Mo's sudden appearance and disappearance, it also became fragmented rainbows.

  Finishing move!

  It must be a killer move!

  Everyone stared with wide eyes, not daring to blink once.

  Nan Yue suddenly covered her mouth with her hand, forcing back the exclamation that had almost escaped her lips. Her eyes were filled with incredulity.

  Good heavens, how...how is this possible?

  That is...

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  His calmness was almost cruel, warming up with every step he took, with every inch closer to the fireball. His momentum rose with his footsteps, continuously climbing.

  His figure almost defied convention with a slight pause.

  Thirty zhang away, the tyrannical and scorching flames, hit him, as if to burn him.

  He slightly crouched down, with his hands hanging obliquely at his sides.

  Wei's eyelids opened thoroughly, and the calmness in the depths of his eyes was like a cold oil being thrown into a fire, bursting into flames. The boiling battle intent burned every nerve of Zuo Mo.

  All the flames of the fireball surged towards Zuo Mo, and in front of him, countless tongues of flame wove together into a raging sea of fire.

  The momentum was rising continuously and at this moment it reached its peak, he suddenly raised his face.

  "Kill!"

  Rampant and brutal murderous intent, with Zuo Mo at its center, erupting violently.

  Lei Mo burst out of the void, like a flying sword suddenly emerging from its scabbard, raising a patch of bright and colorful light, slashing towards the sea of flames in front of him!

  In the midst of a blazing inferno that blocks out the sky and sun, a streak of color flashes out, cutting through with a straight line that dazzles the eyes, drawing sparks that fly like rain.

  A spark of fire in the midst, a mottled cut through the fireball!

  All the overbearing and violent auras, all the wills to fight, seemed to have been submerged into the fireball with this slash.

  The battlefield froze.

  Everything came to a standstill.

  Time seems to have stopped suddenly.

  Bang.

  Like the sound of an eggshell being cracked open, a tyrannical and terrifying crimson fireball gently exploded, transforming into a burst of sparks.

  Mars was like rain and fog, scattered and sprinkled, Zuo Mo's figure appeared and disappeared, his entire aura was gone, the sparkling light on his hands vanished.

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  Silence, a deathly stillness.

  For a full ten breaths, no one made any sound. It wasn't until after the tenth breath that the surrounding demons seemed to suddenly wake up, and a loud commotion erupted, with voices rising and falling in succession.

  "Who saw what kind of sorcery was that?"

  "That's too awesome!"

  "Never seen before, must be a secretly transmitted evil art! What a monster! Don't even know which hidden family it's from!"

  "It was worth it! Not a wasted trip! It's really, really worth it..."

  The onlookers were all stirred up and no one could remain calm, public sentiment was surging.

  Among all the monsters, Nan Yue covered her mouth tightly, and in her heart, she only had one thought repeating over and over again.

  That is...

  The surrounding debate seemed to come from afar and entered her dazed ears, no one thought that among so many monsters, only she understood the move.

  That is

  Little demon trick!

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