Lu Yang's mockery did not fluster the woman. That was also the advantage of a Dharma Body Dao soldier. It was merely a foot; repairing it was no trouble at all.
"Gather!"
As the woman circulated her dharma power, every star in the Ten Thousand Land Realm that belonged to Fang Rabbit's star chart suddenly responded.
Immediately afterward, pitch-black constructs were transported out one after another. All of them had been forged in the blood-and-sweat factories on the stars, ordinarily stored in warehouses and ready to be deployed whenever needed as replacement parts for the Dao soldier, ensuring it could remain at peak condition at all times.
"Rumble!"
The next second, the enormously enlarged steel Dharma Body, the Radiant Spirit God, gave a violent shake and directly flung away its pierced foot.
In the blink of an eye, a new foot had already been assembled.
Meanwhile, the old foot was sent back to the stars under Fang Rabbit's jurisdiction for round-the-clock emergency repairs, ready to return to the battlefield as a replacement part at any time.
"See that, native? This is true power."
"So what if you injured the Radiant Spirit God? What I consume are external things, while what you consume is yourself. As one ebbs and the other flows, what do you have to fight me with?"
This was the distinctive way Star Palace fought.
They did not compare dharma power, nor the mysteries of Fruit Positions. They compared the productive power of the stars under their command. The greater the productive power, the greater the strength!
At that moment, the Radiant Spirit God raised its hand and clenched it into a fist. At the same time, vast numbers of constructs latched onto that fist. Countless formation patterns surfaced and flowed like lava, melting all the constructs into