Bloodlight pierced the heavens!
True essence surged around Ana Heiyan. Her black hair and white robes danced, her jade-like body glowing softly. The energy of her Primordial Spirit was being consumed at an exponential rate as she froze space itself, preventing Xiang Yuan from advancing.
In terms of realm, Ana Heiyan held every advantage. In terms of raw numbers, the gap was like heaven and earth.
Even pouring forth all her strength, Ana Heiyan's arms, which had forced him down, began to tremble—yet she still could not halt Xiang Yuan's steps as he advanced with his blades.
Her beautiful eyes widened in horror, and she began to question cultivation itself.
Ana Heiyan was shocked beyond measure. This was the first time she had seen someone in the Innate Realm rely on brute force alone, using nothing but the strength of the fleshly body to contend against a Spirit Transformation Realm magic treasure.
Not merely contend, either—he had even gained the upper hand in that contest.
If piling up stats let one challenge opponents across realms, then everyone might as well cultivate the body. What was the point of realms?
At this critical moment, there was no time to dwell on it. Ana Heiyan set her doubts aside, temporarily attributing it to the extraordinary inheritance of the Demon King Hall and the Self-Transforming Heavenly Demon Grand Method, a top-tier cultivation art of the present age, which was why it displayed so many wondrous effects.
Her brows furrowed, and an eerie fragrance spread out and merged into the air as she once more unleashed the secret art of Heavenly Demon Desire Chaos.
The effect was mediocre. Cold Blood's heart remained unmoved. Let alone meeting a beauty in an illusion—he could not even be bothered to enter the illusion.
Beauty was nothing more