The dense barrage of magic continued for over a quarter of an hour.
The valley floor,
was completely shrouded by the massive clouds of dust and smoke that had been kicked up.
Meanwhile, in mid-air,
the man in black felt a wave of weakness from continuously casting his magic,
and was forced to take a momentary pause.
"Is he dead?"
"He should be dead..."
Sensing no movement from below,
the man in black muttered under his breath.
This tactic of his—unleashing a massive number of Tier One Techniques—would be a sheer waste of Magical Power against a Cultivator of the same realm.
But as it happened,
Shen Changchuan was not yet a Soul Emergence Realm Cultivator.
Even if he possessed combat strength comparable to the Soul Emergence Realm,
his disadvantage in Magical Power
was an undeniable reality,
a gap that simply couldn't be bridged by any means.
And so,
this tactic of using a dense barrage of magic to severely drain an opponent's Magical Power and energy
