Suppression, when manifested in combat, meant that one side's strength clearly surpassed the other's, leaving the opponent with an utterly powerless feeling, unable to fight back. At this moment, Saintly Venerable Qinglin, who had initially been full of swagger and thought he could easily capture Qin Fengming, personally felt that helpless sense of being suppressed.
It was a kind of suppression Saintly Venerable Qinglin had never imagined.
He was a Mahayana cultivator of the True Demon Realm, yet he was being suppressed by a human cultivator who had still been an Integration stage cultivator a thousand years ago. If this matter were spoken aloud, no one in the Cultivation World would believe it.
Yet now, cruel reality had appeared before Saintly Venerable Qinglin.
Feeling the fierce blows repeatedly transmitted through his arms, waves of excruciating pain, as if his bones had been broken, surged through his entire body and into his mind. Horror surfaced in Saintly Venerable Qinglin's heart.
He could never have imagined how the body of that human Integration Realm cultivator whom he had not even considered worth noticing over a thousand years ago had become so powerful and tough. Not only was his flesh tough, but the force he unleashed was also far more formidable than even the body of his Devil Race.
It was as though he were facing a savage, ferocious beast even more vicious than himself.
As the two fought at close range, Saintly Venerable Qinglin's arms moved more and more slowly as he blocked. One heavy fist after another hammered into his body in succession.
With every hammering fist, Saintly Venerable Qinglin felt as if his internal organs had been directly struck, making it difficult for him to endure any longer. Roar after roar rose from his tightly shut mouth.
By the end,