Mu Sha might have burrowed deep underground, but he did not dare use Earth Escape again to flee. That would inevitably require him to use spiritual power and spells, immediately ruining his perfectly concealed aura.
Therefore, the silver-cloaked man intended to force him out. He poured roughly seventy percent of his spiritual power into every strike. That force would penetrate a thousand zhang into the earth; if Mu Sha was hiding nearby underground, he would be struck by the man's spiritual power.
The silver-cloaked man believed that, because he had pursued his opponent so urgently earlier, even if Mu Sha had fled underground, he would not have had time to descend too deeply.
Otherwise, his Divine Sense would have been able to track the fluctuations of Mu Sha's spiritual power all the way down. Thus, he did not consider the possibility that Mu Sha had descended more than a thousand zhang underground.
If Mu Sha had only gone down around a hundred zhang, then under his relentless, spiritual-power-draining attacks, he would only die faster. In an instant, he would be turned into a rain of blood along with the flying chunks of earth.
For a time, this stretch of heaven and earth had become like an overturned river and roiling sea.
The silver-cloaked man's actions consumed his spiritual power at an astonishing rate, but he did not care. What he needed to consider was how to kill his opponent as quickly as possible, buying himself more time to escape.
At the same time, he secretly rejoiced that this Mu Sha, rumored to be somewhat sinister and ruthless, had truly been far too overconfident.
If he had sent someone else, then even if the assassination attempt had failed, Mu Sha would only need to confirm that his subordinate had not returned