Three hundred armored warriors, their baleful qi soaring into the heavens. Pale-faced, Puyu glanced at the dozen or so armored warriors lunging at him and casually chopped a fist toward them. Though these warriors' baleful qi was extremely heavy, and the icy aura they gave off made his entire body uncomfortable, they did not emit the slightest trace of power.
In other words, these armored warriors were like coffin boards frozen in an ice cave for tens of thousands of years. Their yin energy and baleful qi were astonishing, yet they carried none of the aura that living beings should possess. Puyu simply could not see through their level of strength. Saints? Saint Warriors? Saint Masters? Or perhaps even demigods?
Unable to gauge them, Puyu used only thirty percent of his strength in that punch, reserving the other seventy percent for self-defense.
With a muffled bang, the armored warrior at the front was sent flying. A mass of golden light flickered within his body, then came a boom—the golden light exploded, blasting the warrior into more than a dozen pieces. Puyu's expression eased. These bizarre things did not seem all that difficult to deal with!
But something startling soon happened. The warrior who had been blown into more than a dozen pieces continued charging toward him. Fine threads of blood linked the remnants of his body, swiftly tugging them back together. The armor on his body wriggled like flowing water and soon re-formed into a complete suit, while the warrior's body was restored as well. Full of life and vigor, he charged in to kill once more.
And after being killed once, the aura around the armored warrior became even more sinister and chilling.
Puyu and Weixin cried out in unison, "They really are heretics!"
Ying Zheng threw back his