Duanmu Yin looked at Lin Mo with a gloomy gaze, snorted coldly, and then left with his people. Staying here would undoubtedly be asking for humiliation.
Seeing this, Lin Mo walked to the front of the ice pillar filled with treasure light and punched it. The fierce power poured into the ice pillar, and with a cracking sound, the pillar spread into cracks, then shattered into pieces, falling onto the ice surface.
Twelve Original Law Fragments shone with magical light, suspended in mid-air.
Lin Mo stomped on the ground, as nimble as a swallow, flew into the air, and reached out to grasp the twelve Original Laws into his pouch. This harvest was indeed considerable, twelve Original Laws and the hundred thousand soul coins contributed by Wang Xiaofeng.
