The instant Li Yuan charged deep into Observation Point No. 19, he unleashed his Divine Palace perception and instantly locked onto the several strongest Tianliang Warriors.
By his preliminary estimate, eight Tianliang Warriors had surpassed Level 19.
Two of them had even reached Level 19.9!
One had to know that the standard punching force at Level 19 was only 50,000 kilograms, while at Level 19.9 it was 70,000 kilograms. The gap in strength and speed was astonishing.
And the higher the life level of the alien race he killed, the more Spirit Nourishment he would obtain. That was an iron law.
Over the previous dozen-plus days, although Li Yuan's Spiritual Awakening Level had risen by 4%, it had all been accumulated bit by bit. The strongest alien race he had killed had not even reached Level 19.
The short, stout, muscular man before him, wielding two enormous battle axes, was one of the Tianliang Race's two Level 19.9 experts.
Boom! Boom!
The short, stout man, Molong, instantly opened up the distance between himself and Li Yuan.
"Your physical strength is clearly far below mine, yet you can easily block my attacks." Molong's voice was strange as he roared in Xia Country language, staring fixedly at Li Yuan. "The Life Detector says you're level 17. One machine might be wrong, but they can't all be wrong. Are you some peerless genius with Mind-Micro-Perception?"
Molong's words echoed through the vast hall, instantly startling the many Tianliang Warriors and human martialists.
Their gazes could not help flickering toward Li Yuan, and all of them were somewhat shocked.
Mind-Micro-Perception? Fourth Stage Perfected Rank?
To them, such skill was nothing but legend. Most had only heard of it and had almost never seen it.
"Mind-Micro-Perception?"
"Ask Yama after you die." Li Yuan's voice was icy.