In the span of a breath, Su Shi'er made his decision without hesitation.
Within the Sea of Consciousness, the Spiritual Sense under his control surged like rolling storm clouds, swiftly weaving together into faint sword light.
The attack method driven by the Spiritual Sense refined through the Quenching God Art was the only—and final—method he could think of.
At this moment, Su Shi'er could no longer worry about the consequences that might come from using his Spiritual Sense.
If the Venerable Lord of Demon Shadow Palace was not destroyed, neither he nor anyone else present would have any chance of survival.
Conversely, if he launched a Spiritual Sense Attack and destroyed him,
then at most, he alone would be sacrificed.
Su Shi'er had never considered himself a person of noble character.
If there had been even a sliver of hope, he would not have chosen this method.
But now, under the circumstances, this was the most helpless—and only—option.
"Oh? A Spiritual Sense Attack?"
"Looks like you truly are at the end of your tether!"
"Then let This Venerable One see whether your Spiritual Sense Attack can break through my Primordial Spirit!!!"
Before Su Shi'er's Spiritual Sense Sword could be unleashed, the Venerable Lord of Demon Shadow Palace spoke.
Two sharp lights flashed through his eyes, while an obscure aura circulated faintly around his brow.
With a single glance, he saw through Su Shi'er's purpose.
His casual tone only revealed the confidence he had in his own Primordial Spirit.
He was only a hair's breadth away from fully recovering his cultivation realm, while his Primordial Spirit had never suffered the slightest suppression from beginning to end.
No matter how powerful Su Shi'er's Spiritual Sense Attack might be, he did not believe it could inflict much damage upon his Primordial Spirit.
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