Fu Chongyi's body trembled. Every sensation in his body vanished, and boundless darkness spread toward him.
Fu Chongyi wanted to raise his arm and point at Chen Fei, but before he could finish, his entire body suddenly exploded into a cloud of Blood Mist.
When a Ninth-Order expert incarnated a rule, their vitality was actually extremely vigorous, making them very difficult to kill.
But likewise, if their opponent also possessed the power of rules, they could use rules to wear down rules. Even without using rules to erode them, powerful divine soul essence force, or even the strength of the physique, could break rules apart.
The ultimate purpose of a Ninth-Order expert incarnating a rule was only to make their own power stronger. Rules were not something lofty and untouchable. To cultivators, they were merely one part of strength.
Controlling a rule did not make you invincible under heaven. If that were truly the case, the few Dao Ancestors who controlled powerful rules could have relied on their own strength to sweep away all Foreign Race experts.
But in the end, the situation was that the Foreign Races and the Native Races of the Ruin Realm had entered a state of balance, though that balance was very fragile.
Chen Fei held the Qian Yuan Sword angled downward. Pale golden drops of blood slid along the blade, and what slid down with them was Chen Fei's Aura.
The dozen or so breaths of Small Heaven Reaching time had already passed. Chen Fei had entered his weakened period.
Fu Chongyi's perception had not been wrong. Chen Fei's Ninth-Order was all appearance and no substance, but Fu Chongyi had not dared to gamble. And even if Fu Chongyi had dared, the final result would not have changed at all.
Facing the restraint of