Chen Shenxiao sensed that something was wrong. Nine-Prohibition God Hunt had actually been blocked—completely blocked.
Less than twenty seconds had passed since the battle began, yet Brother Origin had completely stopped Nine-Prohibition God Hunt.
However, Chen Shenxiao noticed that Su Yuan's complexion looked even worse than his own. He looked utterly drained.
Blocking Nine-Prohibition God Hunt came at a price. It required Brother Origin to expend a massive amount of Astral Power.
Chen Shenxiao reached that conclusion.
As he pondered, Chen Shenxiao exhaled heavily and prepared to unleash Nine-Prohibition God Hunt again.
He would not give Su Yuan any chance to catch his breath unless Nine-Prohibition God Hunt could no longer withstand the enemy's assault.
Just as Chen Shenxiao was about to unleash Nine-Prohibition God Hunt, Su Yuan used all his remaining Astral Power to barely release another ten million strands of Crimson Chant Light.
The ten million strands of Crimson Chant Light merged into the hundred and fifty million strands already present.
Buzz!
A hum rang out, and the enormous crimson pillar of light expanded once more as its terrifying might swept outward madly.
In an instant, Chen Shenxiao felt an indescribable strain in the hand holding the Seven-Star Imperial Song Sword.
He had no time to unleash Nine-Prohibition God Hunt and hurriedly moved to block the power released by the Crimson Chant Light.
Su Yuan's face was now completely bloodless. Almost none of the Astral Power in his body remained; it was utterly empty.
Yet there was a smile at the corner of his mouth. His tactical shift had succeeded.
Didn't Shen Xiao want to suppress him with the greatest power of his martial technique? Then he could do the same.
In a full-force head-on clash, Su Yuan might not necessarily lose.
After releasing a hundred and fifty