The power of a ninth-level Nirvana Realm cultivator was fundamentally different from the combined power of fifteen ninth-level Nirvana Realm cultivators!
It was like fifteen teenagers, each with the strength to lift a hundred pounds, trying to defeat twenty adults who could each lift two hundred pounds.
But if the strength of those fifteen teenagers were fused into one, it would be a different story.
Because after the fusion, they would be like a single teenager with the strength to lift fifteen hundred pounds!
One side had the strength to lift fifteen hundred pounds, even if there was only one of them.
The other side had the strength to lift only two hundred pounds. There might be twenty of them, but how could they possibly defeat an opponent who could lift fifteen hundred pounds?
Many times, quantity could not make up for a gap in quality.
The Mechanical Puppets belonging to Qin Shaofeng and Mo Yanyu on the arena gave the Devil Race's high-ranking officials much the same impression.
Besides, although Qin Shaofeng's Mechanical Puppets were all only at the ninth level of the Nirvana Realm, their combat strength was no weaker than that of Mo Yanyu's tenth-level Nirvana Realm Mechanical Puppets.
Under these circumstances, the experts already knew how this battle would end.
This was awkward!
They hadn't even finished singing Mo Yanyu's praises, and he seemed to have already lost...
For a moment, every Devil Race high-ranking official who had been buttering him up—or hadn't finished doing so—fell silent.
At that moment, Mo Yuan's expression darkened slightly. He looked rather grim.
The way things were unfolding had caught him completely off guard.
On the arena, Mo Yanyu was staring in a daze.
The moment Qin Shaofeng summoned those Mechanical Puppets, Mo Yanyu had been stunned.
He had never