After breaking through to the Stiff God realm, it was equivalent to strengthening every technique he had already mastered once more. Compared with the Flesh Corpse realm, the power of a Stiff God was far more terrifying—and that was without fusing any power of rules.
Fu Ming was a Stiff God. Those few just now had likely been Stiff Gods as well; otherwise, Fu Ming would not have struggled so greatly against them.
Yet those four had been effortlessly dealt with by Yang An in only an instant.
Back when he had still been in the Flesh Corpse realm, Yang An had been able to kill Stiff Gods through his own strength.
Now that he had attained the Stiff God realm, although both sides were at the same cultivation level, the difference in their combat power was like the bright moon compared to a firefly—utterly incomparable.
Fu Ming's body was still splitting apart. In that instant just now, he must have wanted to completely fall into some sort of state, but fortunately, Yang An had appeared in time. Still, Fu Ming's condition was terrible now, and he could not forcibly return himself to normal.
Light flashed across Yang An's body, and in the next moment, he appeared before Fu Ming.
Fu Ming's body trembled as if he were enduring immense pain. His head was still tearing apart toward both sides, and the bloodshot veins in his eyes grew thicker and thicker, making him look exceptionally sinister in this gray world.
Black light spread from Yang An's body once more, enveloping Fu Ming and forcibly freezing his current state.
On the other side, Yang An also noticed the injured Jin Tong.
Jin Tong was in no better condition. His cultivation was the weakest among them, only at the Flesh Corpse realm,