Strength.
Very strong!
The old Taoist immediately pushed against one of his molars with his tongue, and incredibly, the molar was actually dislodged by his tongue. He quickly crushed the tooth, and a liquid with an extremely odd taste surged into his throat.
He knew that relying solely on his own strength, he had no way to contend with such a powerful adversary.
He needed the aid of an even greater power.
Where did this power come from? Naturally, it was from his belief in... the San Qing Supreme Demon!
The old Taoist felt a stream of heat chaotically surging in his abdomen; this was his first time using such an elixir.
This type of elixir would only be used at the most critical moment.
And now, he felt he was already in a moment of crisis.
If he didn't use it now.
Perhaps... the so-called Qiulong Temple's Fan Wu in front of him wouldn't be pinching his wrist, but his neck!
Wouldn't that mean he'd be done for?
