บท 744: Seven Underworld Palace’s Restrained Soul King

"Boom!" Mo Wuji's boundless Winding River looked like it had descended on the peak of the sturdiest mountain as the Winding River momentarily disappeared into nothingness. The endless halberd radiance started exploding yet that mountain appeared to be completely unharmed.

An insane amount of immortal energy surged over and Mo Wuji spat out a mouthful of fresh blood. Following which, he could sense his own meridians being torn apart and his vitality seemed to have met a black whirlpool absorbing his life force away.

In just one move and before the move was even completed, Mo Wuji could feel a strong sense of helplessness.

Mo Wuji was inwardly appalled at the unknown level of cultivation of his opponent. The opponent was so strong that when he executed his mighty Winding River on him, it was just like an egg crashing against a rock.