"Nerfed intelligence!"
Wisdom lights flickered in the eyes of Bai Ze.
In his vision, the current actions of Zen Master Crow Nest were also signs of nerfed intelligence.
However.
There was nothing to be done about that.
Only with nerfed intelligence could the current Zhou Dynasty army gain some tempering.
Of course.
His Highness the Crown Prince splitting into tens of thousands had also been done with a purpose, for that strength had been controlled to a level just a fraction higher than the cultivators of the Zhou Dynasty army.
As long as they could manage another explosive burst of foundation, they would still be able to take down Zen Master Crow Nest.
Du'e True Person watched the scene before him, keeping some words bottled up inside.
He always felt that this move by Lu Ya bore a fair bit of resemblance to that of the Eldest Senior Sister—not necessarily in terms of the battlefield itself, but at its core.
Naturally, he could never voice these thoughts aloud. If he spoke them, the Eldest Senior Sister would likely not care, but many of the junior martial brothers and sisters, or perhaps the Seven Little Ones above him, would probably grow anxious.
By then, he would most likely become a sacrificial lamb.
As the second disciple of the Mount Shouyang lineage, he knew deep down that some things were better left unknown.
"Fake."
"Too fake!"
Maitreya and Medicine Master watched the images within the water mirror.
Zen Master Crow Nest split into thousands, and toward those human projections, his avatars all wore looks of disdain, injuring without killing.
Toward those Daoism disciples, however, it seemed as though he used his full strength, ultimately waiting for them to unleash a burst of power before being managed with difficulty.
In the end.
It