At this moment, Chu Mo looked at the Sky Patriarch, clasped his fists, and said, "Senior, killing me would be as easy as turning your palm. But as Senior has said, by the end of this ancient battlefield, those remaining as giants may number fewer than fifty. Perhaps there will be a mutation because of that—no one can say for sure. If Senior is willing to spare me this time, it would mean I owe Senior a life. Someday, should Senior need assistance, I will do everything in my power to help!"
"What you say does seem to make some sense." The Sky Patriarch looked at Chu Mo and decisively withdrew the divine sense that was locking onto him, along with the overwhelming pressure emanating from him. At this level, decisions are made with but a mere thought.
