Meng Jianglai found it hard to believe.
These rays of light erupted from within his body, endless and boundless, wrapping his entire fleshly body inside.
Just as he prepared to display his already immortal body, he abruptly discovered that its recovery speed seemed to have been subjected to powerful suppression, slowing to an extreme.
Yet beneath this intense light, his body was collapsing inch by inch. Even the Immortal Qi within him could not stop it.
The moment the Immortal Qi came into contact with the intense light, it melted away like ice and snow.
Yang An stood before him, looking at him with a mocking expression.
This sort of trash was merely a Spirit Transformation comparable to a zombie god. Yang An had already killed countless such beings in the Origin World.
He thought that by becoming tainted with turbid qi, he could become undying and indestructible, invincible beneath the heavens? Why not piss in a puddle and see what kind of thing he was?
Meng Jianglai's body was rapidly collapsing, but Yang An had not focused on him from beginning to end. His attention was on Tian Fulai instead.
Though it had only taken the blink of an eye, Tian Fulai immediately sensed that something was wrong and instantly appeared behind Yang An.
The blades of Heavenly Dao Laws upon his four thick arms swung at Yang An as easily as chopping melons and vegetables, yet they ultimately struck only empty air.
Yang An had already dodged the instant Tian Fulai disappeared. Perception vastly enhanced for battle was a crushing blow from a higher dimension against people like them.
If Origin World cultivators were placed here and allowed to fight Earth cultivators of the same level without any restrictions, then whether in perception, combat techniques, or methods, Origin