Lu Cang had always taken a very cautious view of the upper limits of this world.
At least until he encountered someone indisputably strongest among their peers.
Until then, he had always treated Izpalut as the standard for how powerful other geniuses could be.
Whenever he encountered a genius whose strength was unknown and whose limits he couldn't see,
he simply assumed they were as strong as Izpalut... That way, he wouldn't let his guard down and get caught off guard.
Otherwise, if he arrogantly believed he could defeat anyone,
one day he might really get proven wrong.
But it seemed that so far, no one had given Lu Cang that dazzling, eye-opening sense of awe.
Lu Cang stood in midair.
A Continent-Sinking Tier undead guarded him on either side, both close at hand.
He casually sorted through his storage bags.
He put worthless junk in one bag, and battle techniques, spellbooks, and all sorts of other books in another.
Corpses had a bag of their own.
Potions, scrolls, assorted odds and ends for drawing ritual circles, sacrificial materials, and materials for crafting and enchanting equipment all went together.
Equipment had its own bag, too...
Below, the battle was a chaotic tangle of conflicting lights. Blood surged into the sky, and the whole field had descended into utter disorder.
Suddenly,
Lu Cang felt a warning from his Final Sense.
A figure moved at incredible speed, weaving past the swarms of undead as it charged straight at him!
It was astonishingly fast!
It seemed to match Lu Cang's own top speed!
But the undead beside him, armed with a sword and shield, stepped forward!
Thud—
The opponent's dagger came down toward Lu Cang. It should have cut into him, but in an incredibly bizarre turn, it struck the shield instead!
And