For Saint Realm experts, the true contest lay in the clash of each other's Great Dao.
Zhunti could only be called steady and proper, far from the sort of heaven-defying Saint in combat power.
Just past a hundred exchanges, he had already fallen into a disadvantage, tottering on the brink beneath Gabriel's holy knight's longsword.
"Senior Brother Hong Yun, save me!"
Zhunti's Daoist robe had already been sliced with dozens of gashes, and golden Saint Blood slowly seeped out.
Logically speaking, even if his realm was two heavens lower than Gabriel's, he should not have been reduced to such a sorry state.
Unfortunately, this place lay outside the world of the Light and Dark Continent. With home-field advantage, Gabriel could receive the support of the world's power, and his combat strength doubled.
By contrast, Zhunti was far from the Primordial Wilderness. Generally speaking, he could not mobilize Heavenly Dao Power, so it was only natural that he would be suppressed.
"Junior Brother Zhunti, you really..."
Hong Yun shook his head slightly, helplessness showing on his face.
A classic case of being both weak and loving to play around. Who knew who he had learned it from?
As he spoke, Hong Yun covertly glanced at the Heavenly Dao Incarnation, inwardly muttering that this thing really held grudges. At the critical moment, it had truly done Zhunti in terribly.
The Heavenly Dao Incarnation's face held no expression, but inside, it was incomparably delighted.
"Hahaha, damned Zhunti. Serves you right for siding with Hong in Purple Cloud Palace. Serves you right for repeatedly defying This Dao! Now that you've lost the support of Heavenly Dao Power, This Dao would like to see how you take your beating!"
That was right. With the Heavenly Dao Incarnation here, even though Zhunti was far from the