The might of the Witchman King exceeded Su Mo's expectations.
Without using a battle soul, even if he invoked the Hun Tian Demonic Domain, he completely fell into a disadvantage.
Although he cultivated the Saint-grade High-rank Hun Tian Demonic Art, his cultivation realm was low after all, only at the first layer, so its power was about the same as a Venerable-grade High-rank technique.
Seeing the giant dragon's claw grab down again, Su Mo hurriedly mobilized the demonic power within his body, urged Guo Jianqing's long sword battle soul, and slashed out with another sword strike.
Employing the power of the battle soul, Su Mo's imposing aura surged greatly, and the sword might soared by a full fifty percent.
Swish!
The fierce Sword Qi soared into the light, dazzling and sharp, tearing the firmament and fiercely slashing onto the giant dragon's claw.
Rumble!!
With a thunderous explosion, the dragon claw was shattered, the sword light slashed past, and the giant dragon's massive body was also torn apart before completely collapsing.
"Nine Dragons Burying Heaven!"
The Witchman King's furious shout rang out once again. The attack was like a landslide and a tsunami, giving Su Mo no breathing room whatsoever.
He punched out again, the terrifying fist radiance like the Nine Heavens Divine Light, transforming into nine massive giant dragons that roared and pounced toward Su Mo.
Every single one of these nine giant dragons possessed a might even more formidable than the previous ones. The majestic dragon might covered the heavens and earth, and the formidable profound meaning of strength swept across the firmament, its momentum unrivaled for a time.
Moreover, the auras of the nine giant dragons were interconnected, further increasing the power of this strike.
Seeing this, Su Mo's expression turned grave. The Witchman King was truly deserving