Success or failure hinges on this moment. Lin Mo's eyes focused solely on that single point on Tianshu's chest. His index and middle fingers came together like a sword, gathering all his essence, energy, and spirit.

They also carried his strongest trump card, the Return to the Void intent—a mysterious and unfathomable power.

"Hiss."

A sound so faint it was almost inaudible. There was no earth-shattering explosion.