Upon witnessing Mo Lin's abilities, the expressions of those present varied.
Some were excited, some were full of admiration, and some were relieved.
Ling Qiaoqiao watched Mo Lin's tall figure, one man summoning myriad ghosts.
Fighting the Immortal alone.
She smiled with relief.
At this moment, she even felt that as long as Mo Lin lived, the human realm would not vanish.
As long as Mo Lin stood on the side of the human realm, there was hope.
Recently, the whole of Hongzhou had been shrouded by evil spirits.
Everyone thought they were doomed.
The evil spirits in West County were defeated, giving everyone a path to survival.
Many people fled from West County.
Ling Qiaoqiao led the others out through the escape route in West County.
This path in West County was given by Mo Lin.
If Mo Lin couldn't defeat the evil spirits in West County, everyone in Hongzhou would perish.
No one could leave Hongzhou.
No one knew how, but suddenly someone knelt down.
