Chapter 362: Nine Nether Purgatory (Second Update)

Death withering!

Let everything wither, life weaken, even an SS-class psychic or someone half-step into the Saint Realm hit by this move would see their flesh wither in an instant, their strength drop drastically.

Although not fatal, their fighting power would plummet in a short time, almost to the point of being at the mercy of others.

But Chen Yuan's Qi-Blood was so vigorous that it was like a golden sun hanging across the sky. He did not dodge or evade and forcefully endured this curse's Secret Technique.

His body's divine radiance dimmed only slightly, before recovering instantly.

"How is this possible!"

Fairbank was shocked.

His all-out Death Wither should be unbearable for anyone below the Saint Realm, to either withstand with a holy artifact or dodge with Magic Formulas.

'Could he be in the Saint Realm?'

Fairbank thought absurdly. What a terrifying existence the Saint Realm was!