Right from the start, Su Zimo had been seated on the chair without any major movements. In fact, he did not even stand up and looked calm and composed.
In reality, he felt quite the shock as well.
The might of the Fiend Suppression Seal had far surpassed his expectations.
At that moment, the spirit energy in his energy was almost depleted. If he could provide sufficient spirit energy, how terrifying would the power of the Fiend Suppression Seal be?
According to his calculation, the power exerted by the Fiend Suppression Seal earlier on was probably less than 30% of its full power!
What sort of a spirit art was that?
A mere 30% of its power nearly depleted Su Zimo's spirit energy as a mid-stage Foundation Establishment Cultivator!
"Who are you? What sect are you from! Tell me your name if you've got the guts!"
Liang Hao struggled to stand up. He stared at Su Zimo and asked slowly with hateful eyes.
"Who allowed you to get up?"
