In that brief moment of less than ten seconds, while everyone was still oblivious to what Chen Tianlong was up to, his distress message had already reached the person's phone.
After Chen Tianlong completed all this, he took a deep breath. Now the only thing he could do was to delay as much time as possible; escaping was impossible.
Profound Celestial and Mo Yun were formidable, each more so than the other. Up to now, Chen Tianlong still couldn't gauge Mo Yun's strength. Logically, his ability should allow him to perceive skills two to three levels higher than his own, yet he still couldn't, which indicated only one possibility: Mo Yun had surpassed Yellow Dao's six stars, perhaps even higher.
"I've already said, I didn't kill Mo Kong, senior. I can't even defeat you guys, how could I take on such a master?" Chen Tianlong emphasized again.
His purpose was simple, to delay time as much as possible, waiting for reinforcements.
