BOOM!
Su Han was sent flying once again, like a lone boat in a tempest, in constant danger of capsizing. If not for the robustness of his Physical Body, the Mist Dragon would have already torn him to shreds. Although the Mist Dragon was formed entirely from dense fog, its attacks were incomparably fierce, as if a True Dragon had descended upon the world.
At this point, the Demonic Qi in Su Han's body was exhausted. He could not even activate the Nine Palace Golden Pagoda, leaving him with no techniques to use. He could only rely on his Physical Body to endure the Mist Dragon's onslaught, but this meant that defeat was merely a matter of time.
*A demon born from a single thought!*
Inside his Spirit Sea, his Divine Sense Stellar flared, and a torrent of Divine Sense poured out from between his eyebrows. It rapidly condensed into a Divine Sense Demon Sabre that slashed toward the Mist Dragon.
