Three-Colored Profound Energy surged into the Witchman King's body, instantly turning into blade after blade that frenziedly sliced through every meridian in his body.
In less than half a breath, every inch of the Witchman King's meridians shattered completely.
"Ugh!"
A hoarse sound escaped the Witchman King's mouth. His neck had been twisted into a knot, and even if he wanted to scream, no sound could come out.
His face had turned the color of pig liver and twisted severely, making him look vicious and terrifying.
With his neck crushed and his meridians shredded, the immense agony plunged the Witchman King into hell.
Almost instantly, he lost all ability to resist.
The Witchman King's eyes were wide open, as though they would burst from their sockets. The light in them held neither hatred nor fury now, only endless terror.
He was afraid. At this moment, he was thoroughly terrified, and he finally understood why Su Mo had been so calm. It was because Su Mo possessed the strength to crush him.
Without hesitation, the Witchman King moved his consciousness, intending to let his battle soul leave his body and abandon his flesh to flee.
His body was important, but he had no choice but to abandon it now. Otherwise, he would die at Su Mo's hands.
However, how could Su Mo possibly allow his battle soul to escape? His face cold, after capturing him and before his battle soul could flee, Su Mo moved his consciousness and forcibly stored him within the jade bracelet's space.
The Witchman King was severely injured and wracked with pain, his mind enduring tremendous torment. With little strength left to resist, he was drawn into the jade bracelet's space.
The surroundings fell silent. Everyone's eyes widened before they sucked in a sharp breath.
Hiss! Hiss!