The Xuan Skull dharma body spewed a billowing stream of black-smoke poisonous baleful flames from its upturned nostrils, showing just how enraged he was. Yet he quickly calmed down.
After this exchange, although he found it utterly inconceivable, he had no choice but to admit that Shen Mo's combat prowess was no weaker than his own. Continuing the battle would not only bring him no advantage, but might also cost him the immortal artifact, the Heaven-Earth Spirit-Severing Lock, as well as this dharma body!
With the Heaven-Earth Spirit-Severing Lock damaged, flaws would inevitably appear when it was used to seal the spiritual and earthly veins between heaven and earth. Shen Mo could use those gaps to draw upon the world's spiritual energy and calamity power, allowing him to wield even greater strength than before.
Moreover, Xuan Skull had noticed that as time passed, fewer and fewer of his spells and divine abilities remained available to him. The suppression of that mysterious great power was growing ever harsher.
As one side waned while the other waxed, the situation would only become increasingly unfavorable to him. In the end, he would suffer a crushing defeat.
Though only a dharma body had come here, and its destruction would not endanger his life, a dharma body was bound up with one's cultivation. If it were slain, he would lose at least a thousand years of cultivation, perhaps even fall by a minor realm.
Besides, the damage to the Spirit-Severing Lock was not yet severe. If repaired and nurtured in time, it could return to its original state in roughly a century. But if it endured several more attacks of the same caliber as before, it might shatter into pieces, even its artifact spirit collapsing. Even if it were luckily restored afterward, its rank would