Suonanche's strength far exceeded Mogo's expectations. Having advanced into the True Martial Realm only recently, Mogo's experience in battles between True Martial Realm experts was not particularly extensive.
What was even more tragic was that the opponents he had encountered one after another were all exceptionally powerful. Whether it was Ji Wuling wielding the divine weapon, the Way of Self Sword, or Suonanche, neither was someone he could contend against head-on.
After more than ten exchanges, Mogo had already been suppressed. This time, even without Di Jingfei and Su Xin saying anything, everyone could see that Mogo truly seemed about to lose.
Suonanche chanted a true mantra. In an instant, golden Buddhist light blazed forth, its overwhelming might sending chills through everyone's hearts.
A wolf-fang curved blade appeared in Mogo's hand. With a single slash, endless blade shadows erupted with a thunderous crash. Each blade shadow seemed to contain the soul of a wolf, releasing shrill, mournful howls.
Suonanche walked through the air, his entire body blooming with dazzling, glass-like Buddhist radiance. He threw a punch, shattering the endless blade shadows at once. Then he stepped forward and closed in, bringing down his palm. In an instant, the great sun lost its light, as though all power within the range of that palm had been sealed away. Mogo even felt that his own body, along with the surrounding space and time, had been locked within the reach of that palm!
Tathagata Subdues Demons!
Seal! Suppress! Imprison!
That single martial technique contained three layers of transformation. Mogo immediately let out a wild roar, yet he could not even unleash his dharma manifestation.
As he struggled with all his strength, the Wolf-Fang Blade in his hand shattered outright. He spat out a mouthful of blood, only barely breaking free from Suonanche's suppression.