Luo Zheng still held up his hand, maintaining the exact posture from before.
The six remaining Saint Race Martial Artists stared at Luo Zheng in stunned disbelief...
The Saint Race had been sweeping through the Great Yanyu Cosmos like a bamboo splitting before a knife. The human race simply dared not clash with them head-on, and the few times they had engaged, they had suffered crushing defeats. Moreover, this very squad had a precedent of hunting down human World Lords!
In this kind of seven-man squad, three specialized in soul-type attacks—in other words, the "Primal Spirit Heart Devil" they had released earlier. The next three would use the "Saint Devil Binding" to entangle their opponent completely. The final person, the squad leader, would then kill the opponent with the long-brewing "Saint Essence One Qi Sever."
Among the Saint Race's squads, seven people generally formed one unit. Yet the battle power created by combining the strength of all seven far exceeded that of others in the same realm.
This string of methods was used against powerful opponents. When facing martial artists of the same realm or large numbers of lower-realm martial artists, the seven naturally had an entirely different set of tactics!
The "Primal Spirit Heart Devil" released by the three working together was not so easy to resist. It was not a pure soul attack, but one that blended a certain emotion into the soul attack. It could both suppress an opponent's soul and shake their mind.
Even if a World Lord had a powerful soul and a steadfast state of mind, their mind would still go blank for a short time, leaving them almost entirely defenseless.
If this had been Luo Zheng before entering the God Refinement Forbidden Ground, he truly might have been affected quite severely.
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