Su Mo pierced through Meng Han's palmprint, slashing a sword toward Meng Han.
This sword-strike was incomparably fierce, possessing the momentum to annihilate everything.
How is this possible?
Meng Han's expression changed completely. He had already exerted ninety-nine percent of his strength, yet he couldn't injure Su Mo in the slightest. This caused a shudder to run through his heart.
Not daring to meet Su Mo head-on, Meng Han shifted his figure and wanted to evade Su Mo's attack from afar.
At that very moment, Su Mo smiled playfully and abruptly stimulated the Devouring Martial Soul within his body. A powerful Devouring Power instantly enveloped Meng Han.
Meng Han's figure paused slightly, the true elemental blood and qi within his body tumbling in slight disorder.
With just a single thought, Meng Han suppressed the disordered blood and qi and true yuan. This time was extremely brief, taking less than half a breath's time.
Yet even if it were only half a breath's time, it was already enough for Su Mo.
Swish!
A cold light flashed, and the matchless sword radiance arrived before Meng Han's eyes.
"Not good!"
Meng Han was terribly alarmed, all the hairs on his body standing on end as a feeling of extreme danger surged in his heart.
"Tidal Shield!"
In a flash of lightning and flint, Meng Han let out a loud roar, pushing his palms out together. Thick and heavy true yuan surged outward rapidly, forming a circular shield with a diameter of ten meters in the blink of an eye.
This circular shield was extremely wondrous. Its surface surged like sea waves, resembling the rising and falling of the tides, and possessed powerful defensive might.
When any attack struck the Tidal Shield, the tidal power on the shield would grind away well over half