Su Mo ceaselessly tortured Wu Fengtian, nearly hacking his body to pieces. His limbs were severed, his torso ripped open, and his head lopped off.
However, this was the Dream Demon Space. As long as his willpower remained unyielding, Wu Fengtian would not die.
"Wu Fengtian, let's see how long you can hold out!"
Su Mo shouted coldly, unleashing massive destruction upon Wu Fengtian's shattered body.
"Haha, Su Mo, this is fake! It's all fake!"
Wu Fengtian burst into wild laughter, his voice laced with madness. "It's utterly impossible for you to kill me. Today, Cloud Witch City shall be your burial ground."
Rumble!!
Wu Fengtian's spiritual power felt endless as he desperately attacked the Dream Demon Space.
The Dream Demon Space ruptured continuously, yet Su Mo repaired it just as constantly, over and over again.
This was a war of attrition. Both Su Mo and Wu Fengtian bore immense pressure, their spiritual power constantly draining and their minds perpetually battered.
Outside, in the practice chamber.
Su Mo and Wu Fengtian stood facing each other. Both of their complexions were as pale as paper, their foreheads covered in sweat beads the size of beans, and tiny trails of blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. Both had sustained injuries.
Even though Su Mo's spiritual power was formidable, he was, after all, only at the fourth level of the Martial Venerable realm. Meanwhile, Wu Fengtian's cultivation was as high as the peak seventh level of the Martial Venerable realm, and he was an enchanting genius besides; his spiritual strength was not much weaker than Su Mo's.
The consumption continued. Inside the Dream Demon Space, Wu Fengtian's body was nearly hacked into minced meat by Su Mo.
Yet Wu Fengtian's consciousness still existed, relentlessly attacking the Dream Demon Space, though its