Alive?
An alive skullcap—Li Su was dumbfounded. Truly dumbfounded.
Though he himself could regenerate from a drop of blood, and as long as even a trace of residue remained, he could shine himself back into reality after enough time had passed.
But that was ultimately only theory. He had never been beaten into such a state himself.
After all, once one reached that point, even a Saint Supreme would be nine deaths and one life, perilous to the utmost.
They said one could survive, but there was no way to guarantee it.
And this skullcap before him?
Without question, it belonged to the sort that was certainly dead beyond death. Even the bone had blackened, meaning it had been like this for who knew how many ages.
Yet it had not died?
Judging by its curses, its voice was clearly full of vigor, its righteous spirit enduring forever.
That roar had shaken his soul. Even Supreme Flesh had failed to withstand it, its defenses breached.
Sitting on the ground, Li Su remained stunned for quite some time. That roar had not only shaken his flesh and soul—it had even pried loose the Dao techniques and divine abilities within him.
And since this was merely a clone, without the Great Dao suppressing it, problems naturally arose.
Only after quite a while did that uncontrollable sensation gradually fade, and he regained control of his body.
What a terrifying roar.
Though it had only sounded in his soul, its power was unexpectedly immense. It was only because his clone was formed from Saint Supreme power, possessing two Great Daos and as many as seven kinds of them, that he had barely avoided being directly scattered. Had it been someone weaker, even their true body would likely have been severely injured, their Great Dao