"With this power of Withering, I can utilize the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm once without sacrificing myself!"
The deathly intent of Nirvana in Shen Mo's eyes slowly faded, and his voice became younger and clearer.
He stared at his left palm, grinning with satisfaction.
Originally, he had practiced this Sacrificial Magic purely to better eradicate this power of Nirvana and Decay, never expecting to receive such a pleasant surprise.
At this point, his left palm had returned to normal, appearing no different from his other hand.
But Shen Mo could sense that this power of Withering, transformed from the ninety percent demonic primality the Guidao Heavenly Demon had sacrificed, was quietly lurking beneath the skin of his palm.
As long as he executed the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm, he could utilize this foreign power to harm and strike down his enemies!
This was different from the War Palm.
