Even stones that had endured for eons could scarcely withstand this Withering Force...
If this palm struck Flesh and Blood, one could only imagine how devastating the result would be!
Shen Mo exhaled a mouthful of Turbid Qi, slowly retracting his right palm.
His expression had returned to calm, but a lingering sense of trepidation remained in his heart.
Just now, if I hadn't reacted quickly, using the Withering Force hidden within the Flesh and Blood of my right palm as fuel to unleash the Pursuit Palm, I would have been drained of my vitality and soul, reduced to a decrepit cultivator by the Withering Pursuit Soul Palm!
"The first time I used this Sacrificial Magic, I was a bit clumsy!" Shen Mo muttered.
Now, with the lesson learned from that mistake, I'm certain I can perfectly control this Sacrificial Magic, sacrificing only a portion of my soul!
Every martial art and magic in the cultivation world is the culmination of Seniors' centuries or millennia of painstaking effort.
