Not far from the Blood Python, a vague silhouette appeared in the starry sky, gradually becoming solid. It was a young man with black hair and black eyes, his gaze as calm and deep as the ocean, staring at the spaceship fragments floating ahead.
"Mu Tianlong, in a year, I will definitely kill you for revenge!"
Lin Mo muttered to himself, clenching his fists tightly. If it weren't for obtaining the Blood Python in the Netherworld, he would have been buried here today.
However, with his current status and strength, he still wasn't strong enough to fully seek revenge against Mu Tianlong. He needed more strength. Otherwise, even if he killed Mu Tianlong, the Mu Family would take revenge on his family—a consequence he couldn't bear.
A flame of hatred slowly kindled in Lin Mo's heart, yet this hatred was suppressed by his rationality. To succeed in life, one must have resilience. Seeking revenge against Mu Tianlong now would not lead to a favorable outcome.
