Eighty-seven female Malevolent Spirits fell.
A figure in blood-colored armor sat upright in the air, his expression cold and indifferent.
He held a long spear, looking as though a heavenly god had descended into the mortal world.
The terrifying, hair-raising Malevolent Spirits had no ability to resist in his hands.
At this sight, every single one of those villagers and Cave Dwellers knelt upon the ground, crying out, "Heavenly God!"
"Heavenly God!"
"This is absolutely a god!"
The woman dressed as a Daoist nun stood there blankly, equally shaken by the sight before her.
What kind of perfect technique was this?
There had been a full eighty-seven Malevolent Spirits, every one of them at the high tier of Yellow Rank.
Their soul attacks, when joined together, would make even Earth Rank Weapon Wielders on the Earth Ranking face them with caution.
Even a mysterious-rank Weapon Wielder who ruled a small region would have only one road ahead of him when facing so many soul attacks: death.
Yet that blood-colored armor had actually been able to nullify all those soul attacks.
Could he truly be a heavenly god?
Beyond that, his flawless combat technique had not a single defect, flowing like drifting clouds and running water.
Though his strength and speed were clearly inferior to the Malevolent Spirits', he had fought eighty-seven of them alone, treating them as though they were nothing.
Such technique was simply too perfect.
The woman dressed as a Daoist nun had once seen Heaven Rank Weapon Wielders, yet none of them possessed such skill.
Earth Rank Weapon Wielders could battle three thousand Armored Elite Soldiers because of their powerful physiques and sharp earth-grade weapons.
Yet the woman dressed as a Daoist nun even felt that, relying solely on his perfect combat technique, this blood-armored man could