Might of the Visual Technique

"Hmm? He's not dead yet?"

Su Zimo frowned when he sensed life from within the Tao Wu's body after thrusting the latter's head into the ground.

This ferocious beast was truly frightening.

Notwithstanding its tremendous strength, even its body was extremely tough. Despite the impact where even its face was contorted, it was still not dead.

Su Zimo remained silent and exerted strength in his fingers with the intention of crushing the Tao Wu's head.

All of a sudden!

A sense of danger rang in Su Zimo's mind.

He felt an extremely dangerous aura!

Su Zimo turned around instinctively.

Not far away, the purple-robed cultivator had already raised his head and was glaring at him intently. The purple-robed cultivator's expression was cold and there was an icy intent in his gaze.

The purple-robed cultivator had not moved at all.