The Angel Lord's face twisted for an instant when he heard Fang Yi's voice, but he quickly returned to his lofty composure.
His voice was ethereal, as though it came from the clouds.
"Kill me? With just your Adamantine Body Realm?"
Fang Yi nodded slightly. "The Adamantine Body Realm is enough."
He looked at the so-called Six-Winged Angel before him not as a formidable enemy, but as a durable punching bag.
Yes.
A punching bag, a sandbag, or any similar term would do. In any case, it definitely was not an "opponent," because he was far from worthy of that title.
After witnessing the high-level martial artists transported through the Jie Point from other planets, Fang Yi's mindset had changed. In the eyes of those higher civilizations, this world of his was merely a "newborn world" where Spirit Qi Recovery had not even officially begun. To them, the conflicts occurring on this planet were no different from children playing house.
The Angel Lord considered himself the strongest on Earth Star, but the strength of one's realm often did not represent actual combat ability. He regarded others as ants, yet perhaps in the eyes of others, he too was an ant.
Facing the Angel Lord did not make Fang Yi's blood boil. He understood clearly that once Spirit Qi truly recovered, their real challenges would begin. By then, the universe's protection would be gone, and Earth Star would be completely exposed before countless planets. What they would face would no longer be some Angel Lord—there might even be real angels!
Those would be the true powerful enemies.
Before that, Fang Yi had to do everything he could to become stronger.
"What kind of look is that?"
The Angel Lord suddenly flew into a rage.
In Fang Yi's eyes, he could not