"Nothing but openings!"
Zhou You could not stop himself from complaining inwardly.
Although Mo Guli had swollen to fifty meters tall, like a city wall brimming with oppression, and the power he had amassed was climbing ever higher.
What use was that...
A martial artist's damage output only counted if it became an effective strike. No matter how terrifying the rest looked, it was all wasted.
No matter how many special effects he piled onto himself, victory or defeat depended only on whether he could hit the target, and how much damage landed on it.
Not to mention that, relying on his powerful fleshly body, Mo Guli had split open his skin and flesh and grown all sorts of messy extra bones.
The human body's profundity lay in the fact that it was born perfect. Osteogenesis Imperfecta forcibly inserted more bones, which did increase defense, but also ruined the balance. The price was bloated bulk and cumbersome heaviness.
"He is ultimately still an immature junior. Judging him by Strong Martial standards may be somewhat harsh."
"Venerable Zhou, please show mercy!"
Senluo Wu's voice sounded beside his ear. Zhou You looked over and, huh, it was actually a private channel.
Senluo Wu smiled faintly at him, signaling him to keep watching. The key was how Mo Guli performed with three bloodlines gathered in one body.
By then, Mo Guli had already gathered his strength to its peak. Not only was his body enormous and covered from head to toe in bone armor, his two Wisdom Eyes had also filled in his visual blind spots, leaving Qi Qingdi no room to evade.
He gave a heh-heh laugh, as grating as a broken gong. "Your time of death has come."
"For a tribe to lose its banner is the deepest disgrace. Welcoming back