What the fuck, are you kidding me?!
Even if Li Su was incredibly strong, with foundations beyond imagination, almost unmatched at the same realm—able to suppress opponents with ease, even face many alone without losing his composure—
that still didn't mean he was invincible, that he could single-handedly take on everything.
No matter what it was, there had to be a limit.
Like what lay before him now!
Stuffing hundreds of thousands of Daluo Realm beings into one world—even if these things were rather fake, with no primordial spirit and no Great Dao, their physical bodies merely comparable to early-stage Daluo Realm beings—they were absurdly easy to harvest one at a time.
But when there were hundreds of thousands of them, that was an entirely different matter.
One had to know, these things looked easy to kill, but were actually an enormous nuisance.
They were Daluo-level lifeforms, not ants by the roadside that could be crushed by the thousands beneath one foot.
Even with only their fleshly bodies, their regenerative ability was so powerful that ordinary people simply could not imagine it.
These insects could be said to have only one limitation: they could not manifest themselves out of thin air after their flesh and blood had been completely destroyed. So long as you left behind around ten jin of their body, they could grow back.
These were creatures with bodies hundreds of zhang long, even several hundred zhang long. Their weight was probably several million tons.
To regenerate from merely ten jin of flesh and blood—how terrifying was that?
Thus, every time Li Su killed one, he not only had to concentrate, he also had to increase his strength.
Every attack was more or less delivered as though he were aiming to shatter a star, and he had to