"Naive."
Faced with Fen Daoke's all-out, death-defying counterattack, Saijia showed no reaction at all.
The stage of sun and moon was grand; small fry, stay away.
This kind of explosive Innate Divine Ability that used its wielder as fuel and burned everything away looked powerful, but in this world, it was bottom-tier trash. It could only bully people like Wu Yuanzhen, who were stuck in the gutter alongside it.
Immortal Hunter? It controlled a cloud to attack, and every attack unleashed by that cloud was as powerful as one launched by the ability's owner?
If Jiang Mingzi saw it, he would probably think Wu Yuanzhen had not even used his Innate Divine Ability.
Stats were certainly important, but stats without mechanics were nothing. Beating up weaklings was their limit.
An ability like this would not get its own shot in the final battle, and might not even get one in a Law of Causality battle.
It was just like the Sequences in Lord of the Mysteries. Purely high stats looked impressive, but they could only swagger around in the low Sequences.
At the beginning, some Sequences needed complicated rituals just to gain a tiny boost in power. Some could only silently observe others without gaining the slightest increase in strength. Some could punch someone half to death.
At a glance, the latter did seem stronger.
But when others started casting all sorts of magic and tapping into the sea of subconsciousness, while you were still shouting, "Take my punch!", it became rather laughable.
And in the end, some could steal fate, some could fool history, some could make everything they proclaimed become reality... while you were still shouting, "Take my punch!"?
The sea of blood poured down toward the people of the Nine Realms Gate, drowning Fen Daoke's all-consuming attack,