Liao Zhixiu stared wide-eyed at Chen Fei in the sky, his body struggling incessantly as he tried to move.
But terrifying power was now tearing through his body with abandon. Though only thirty percent of his body appeared to have been shredded, other forces continued ravaging him from within, leaving Liao Zhixiu utterly unable to move.
Confusion filled the depths of Liao Zhixiu's eyes. He could not understand it.
A clone with three Divine Palaces being stronger than the true body was one thing; perhaps that was simply a characteristic of the technique.
But how could the true body, with only two Divine Palaces, be so unreasonably powerful?
None of them had doubted that it was a clone earlier, precisely because the clone had already been extraordinarily strong—so strong that none of them could defeat it one-on-one.
It had even been possible that they would have been killed in return by Chen Fei's clone.
The reason they had been able to batter Chen Fei's clone into such a state without suffering a scratch was because the three of them had joined forces.
Yet now that Chen Fei's true body had arrived, it had instantly displayed power that utterly defied common sense.
For a moment, Liao Zhixiu felt as though he were facing a Holy Land prodigy.
Did Qu Tianfang of Tianyang Holy Land possess such strength?
Liao Zhixiu was filled with incomprehension and terror. Gu Baiquan and Ling Shourong, who had witnessed Liao Zhixiu's miserable state, were in no better state of mind.
He had forcibly endured their attacks, then grievously wounded Liao Zhixiu, leaving him truly incapable of even the slightest resistance and directly beaten to the brink of death.
The crucial point was that Chen Fei remained entirely unscathed.
How were they supposed to fight against power like