"No wonder Saint Race martial artists who specialize in physical Astral Essence have such tenacious vitality," Gu Yi remarked.
The Saint Lord Realm consisted of eighth-rank experts.
Although the Saint Race's Astral Essence Body Refinement System could not compare to the Fiendgod Body Refinement path of the Desolate Three Realms, it was no problem for it to rival a second-rate Qi Refinement path.
Therefore, Saint Lord Realm experts were absolutely stronger than Return-to-Void Fiendgods and ordinary Celestial Immortals of the Three Realms.
Thus, even after having their Bloodline Power drained by the Resurrection Array for countless years, leaving them with less than one percent of their strength and roughly comparable to the mid-seventh-rank Demon Emperor—
Their physical bodies were still immensely formidable. Their bones were exceptionally sturdy, and their defenses rivaled seventh- or eighth-rank divine weapons.
The Saint Race martial artist who had been snapped in half at the waist was merely the weakest among them.
Although the other Saint Race martial artists were covered in blood, they had only suffered superficial injuries. Their bones and sinews remained intact.
Thus, those Saint Race martial artists quickly climbed back up and roared as they charged at Gu Yi again.
Even the Saint Race martial artist split into two halves dragged his upper body forward as he lunged in to kill.
Having lost their intelligence and retained only instinct, they could not use even a trace of Laws or techniques. They knew only the most primitive and brutal charges and slashes.
Yet even such simple movements made the surrounding void tremble.
A sharp gleam flashed through Gu Yi's eyes. The Blood Soul Spear in his hand suddenly shook as several kinds of power flowed from his dantian and gathered at its tip, radiating an aura of heavenly punishment.
Heaven's Punishment, Earth's Destruction!