"Boom!"
The ground beneath Su Mu's feet kept collapsing, sinking in. The fractured earth was blasted dozens of zhang into the air by the savage aftershocks, splintering apart in a raging storm.
Yet Su Mu did not take a single step back.
In contrast, Tao Xingzheng, desperately activating the Talisman Treasure in his hand, now looked pale as death. Beads of sweat as big as beans streamed from his skin, clearly showing that unleashing the Talisman Treasure's attacks took an enormous toll on him.
Tao Xingzheng could sense the Spiritual Qi within him drying up at an utterly terrifying rate; he had to swallow recovery pills one after another, but it was all useless!
"A Sixth-Grade Middle-Tier Talisman Treasure in my hand can unleash a full-strength blow on par with a Martial Artist who has undergone Secondary Blood Exchange—yet Li Feiyu can take the brunt of multiple Talisman Treasure strikes. How can the Gang Force in his body be so vast? Is it inexhaustible?"
