Fang Mo watched Shi Yuanhao leave and couldn't help letting out a sigh of relief. His mind relaxed, and he flew down from the sky.
He had given this battle everything he had.
Shi Yuanhao was too strong. The Purple Thunder Sword changed unpredictably, darting back and forth like lightning, its violent purple thunder immensely powerful.
Fang Mo had been two hundred percent cautious just to block it time and again. He knew full well that even if he used the Dragon Blood Battle Armor, he still wouldn't be a match for Shi Yuanhao.
It would only hinder his combat strength. The Purple Thunder Sword could be said to be the perfect counter to the Liquid Metal Battle Armor; it was simply too fast.
The Liquid Metal Battle Armor's speed was completely countered by it. Using the Dragon Blood Battle Armor would also leave him on the back foot, so he hadn't used it. Instead, he had fought Shi Yuanhao with his powerful Blade Skill and body.
His once-proud Primordial Spirit Sword had been useless against Shi Yuanhao. Their Primordial Spirits were evenly matched, but his opponent was clearly more skilled at wielding his. Fang Mo's Primordial Spirit Sword had come up short.
As befitted a True Person, Ji Mingfeng had seen things clearly. Fang Mo had been at the end of his rope, relying entirely on his powerful physique, the might of Fentian Mountain Splitting Slash, his extraordinary recovery, and the formidable defenses of the Overlord Body Battle Pattern Record to deter Shi Yuanhao.
Fortunately, Shi Yuanhao hadn't dared to fight to the death. Otherwise, even if Fang Mo had ultimately won, it would have been a bitter victory.
Still, Fang Mo was delighted. His combat strength was now equivalent to that of a peak Transcendent. He had managed