It really was weak!
Duan Mu swung his newly recovered right hand, unable to suppress a trace of doubt.
Although it was huge, its strength was nothing special.
The mist around him was indeed incredibly heavy. If another Soul Reaper were trapped here, even moving a finger would consume a tremendous amount of spiritual pressure.
But for him, he did not need to use spiritual pressure at all to move freely here, so naturally there was no consumption to speak of.
And even if one set physical strength aside...
His spiritual pressure was not afraid of being depleted either, unless he was in a completely spiritless environment.
At present, the only impressive thing about this gray mist was its ability to block perception.
Within it, Duan Mu could not lock onto where Jùmíng was at all, much less know from which direction the next attack would come.
"Since you appeared before me..."
Duan Mu searched through the gray mist and said calmly, "You must at least be fairly confident that you can kill me, right?"
According to Duan Mu's original expectations, Jùmíng would remain hidden in the dark and seize the opportunity to devour more people, thereby growing stronger.
As for the current Jùmíng, although it had devoured many people...
The vast majority had been ordinary people and ordinary members of the Gotei 13. Only a few seated officers and Lieutenant Captains had been devoured, while the only captain-level victim had been Soi Fon.
Leaving aside the seated officers, a few Lieutenant Captains, and those with Lieutenant Captain-level strength, even all those ordinary people and ordinary members of the Gotei 13 combined might not have increased its strength as much as Soi Fon alone.
Attacking him with this level of strength could be said to be woefully unprepared.
Yet it