"It was you. You're the one who obtained the Immortal Spiritual Root, aren't you?" Shen Han's gaze fell on the strange man not far away.
He had a vaguely humanoid shape and was followed by a bizarre metal contraption, seemingly some kind of precious artifact.
The man used no magic, showed no effects from a Taoist Scripture, and possessed only an unmatched physical strength.
No matter what technique he employed, the other man could simply tear through it with a head-on charge.
It was as if he were invincible.
Even though he was a first-rank Mage, the head of a renowned Mage Family, he had no idea how to deal with this person.
He had taken a single punch just now, and the left half of his body had been completely shattered.
Though he had recovered now, some kind of power still lingered, coiled within his wounds.
That was why Shen Han had immediately thought of the Immortal Spiritual Root.
