He crushed the severed arm, already burned to charcoal in his hand, and tossed it into the mire below.
Yang An remained on guard against the attacks of these fiends at every moment.
The fleshy fiends truly were not so easy to deal with.
If he relied solely on the physical strength tempered by motes, it would not have been so easy for him to tear off one of a fiend's arms.
Breaking through their defenses would also have been difficult, and he might even have suffered backlash himself.
But he had not merely undergone the tempering of motes; he had also undergone the tempering of the light of spells.
There was an enormous gap between the Crimson Wheel Infinite Body and the Jade-Gazing Vajra Body. The strength of the bodies they tempered was an entirely different concept.
Because of this, Yang An was still somewhat hesitant over whether he should appear weaker.
He feared that his excessively powerful body tempering might arouse Old Monk Haishu's suspicions.
But then he recalled that, in a thousand years, no second person had successfully cultivated the Jade-Gazing Vajra Body.
Old Monk Haishu might not necessarily know the true physical strength of the Jade-Gazing Vajra Body all that clearly either.
Precisely because of this, it might be able to conceal his true strength—one leaf covering the eyes, blinding one to Mount Tai.
At that thought, Yang An felt slightly relieved.
With the strength he was displaying now, as long as he did not act too overwhelmingly powerful, there should not be a problem.
The muddy pool in the darkness beneath his feet churned rapidly. No one knew how many fiends were hiding within it, waiting for their chance to strike.
The next instant, two more figures shot out one after the other, attacking Yang