The battle between intermediates of the Immortal levels still occupied a vast expanse of space in the center of the battlefield.
The ferocious and frightful twelve demon faces had now turned into seven, each with charred traces attached to the main vines.
And Mo Ye, who was battling against them, was covered with even denser and more numerous scars, with fresh blood unceasingly flowing from the festering wounds.
Ultimately, the level of the twelve demon faces was higher than Mo Ye, and although Mo Ye inflicted heavy damage on them, it also paid a terrible price.
"Mo Ye, come back." Chu Mu no longer let Mo Ye continue to fight.
Its wounds were full of poison, which would constantly sap its vitality, and continuing to fight would only lead it step by step to death.
Moreover, besides the twelve demon faces, Gu Xinshui had also summoned several other low-grade immortal Soul Pets, and if Mo Ye was besieged, it would really be in mortal peril.
