On the battlefield of the gods, no one was absolutely safe.
"But those above Rule-level are truly hard to kill completely. The stronger they are, the harder they are to kill."
Immortality seemed to be standard equipment for powerhouses above Rule-level.
There were many reasons for this, but their strength was not the most important one. At the root of it, they had often abandoned their flesh-and-blood bodies. Completely "polluted" and "rule-based," they were conglomerations of massive contamination, supernatural pollution fused with the "rules of the world."
Pollution could be covered up or expelled, but it could not be destroyed. That was the source of their immortality. Without concentrated weak points or even the vital organs that living creatures supposedly possessed, perhaps they could no longer be considered "living beings."
They were, in truth, "quantity"—"containers" filled with countless forms of contamination. The essence of their advancement was expanding the limits of those "containers."
Unless one directly shattered the "container (rule)" that constrained their contamination, such beings could not easily die.
"When I fought that Snake King, I dragged it down below Rule-level."
"As for those two Rule-level beings in the Firebird Domain, I wore them down to their limits. The ones who truly killed them were themselves."
"Even Barn... after fighting for so long, he exhausted all of his 'life.'"
Deadly battles above Rule-level were strictly restricted on Earth. After all, the two sides might emerge with nothing worse than serious injuries after fighting to the death, while the surrounding cities and regions were completely destroyed.
But in this foreign realm, there were no rules. More precisely, even if there were supposedly battlefield rules, no fool would truly believe in them.
"This is a little troublesome."
Lu PingAn sighed, lying in his tent and gasping heavily.
Pale blue venom still