In this world, spells were the most powerful means available to cultivators. Once that was restricted, their strength was reduced to less than a tenth.
This was common knowledge in this world.
And in a place like Asura City, once magical power was sealed away, all one could rely on was one's own body.
Granted, the Demon Race possessed far greater physical strength than ordinary humans, but even that was limited here.
One could even say that the Demon Race had it harder than humans.
After all, human cultivators also tempered and trained their bodies. The physical fitness of trained humans was stronger than that of most demons, who relied on their natural physical gifts.
Here in Asura City, everyone was the same.
Here in Asura City, people of different races slaughtered one another and formed several different factions. The Demon Race was not necessarily stronger than humanity.
"Heh, I never said I relied on my spells."
Dai Lan gave a cold laugh and suddenly clenched her right fist, producing a thunderous boom.
She had crushed the air with ease.
If arriving in the White Snake world had given Dai Lan a deeper understanding of spells and allowed her to reach the level of a Demon Immortal, then her physical strength in this world had likewise reached an unimaginable level.
So-called bodily sainthood meant that a cultivator's physical strength had reached the level of an immortal. Dai Lan was even stronger than that. With her current physical strength alone, she had already surpassed most immortals in this world. Even if Su Daji recovered to her peak state, she would never be Dai Lan's match.
"Open those fox eyes of yours and take a good look. This is power!"
"Spells, magic, whatever—they're all for pansies. Real warriors fight fist to fist!"