They represented seven different Laws. Each ring was composed of densely packed incantations, the basic form in which Laws manifested.
With the power of seven Laws, Jiang Yang roughly assessed his own combat strength. He did not know if he could defeat an eighth-rank opponent, but among seventh-rank fighters, he should be invincible, right?
He plucked a ring from beside him. Jiang Yang did not know why these Laws had become rings, but he knew that throwing one out was equivalent to smashing someone with an entire seventh-rank Law.
A full-force strike belonging to the seventh rank.
And he could unleash such full-force strikes seven times in a short period, with every one of them different!
Now, killing a seventh-rank opponent in a single hit should be easy for him, right?
Other than that confrontation with Yi Qingqing, Jiang Yang had never officially fought a true seventh-rank opponent.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to test himself and see just how strong he really was.
The combat power rating on the attribute panel had long since vanished. Presumably, after reaching the seventh rank, combat power varied depending on one's Laws, making it difficult to establish a standard.
Jiang Yang carefully sensed the Origin Law at the center of the Death Forbidden Zone. He had absorbed the Law Power of more than three hundred seventh-rank fighters, and many of those seventh-rank fighters possessed the same Laws.
As they died, all that Law Power had been absorbed into the Death Forbidden Zone and become nourishment for its origin.
When it was nurtured again, it would most likely reach the eighth rank.
"System, among the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, do I count as one of the Monsters?"
Thinking of his current state, Jiang Yang knew that ordinary seventh-rank fighters did not possess Small