The battle continued.
The one who had fought his way in was naturally Li Su.
With a single finger thrust, the compressed air became like a cannonball, blasting straight through the chest of a man rushing toward him. It flew onward, consecutively bursting several heads and bodies before finally dissipating.
Punches, kicks, palm strikes.
What he used was merely a mortal martial art—the most rudimentary Arhat Fist.
Yet it erupted with unbelievable power. With every blow, these natives could scarcely retreat unscathed. A graze meant explosion; a direct hit meant death.
These natives actually possessed quite strong physical bodies. Without using any mana at all, they were far stronger than those unaffiliated cultivators outside!
As for sect disciples, unless they were body cultivators, they would still be a notch weaker.
Li Su made it look easy, but if anyone else had entered, they would have long since been drowned beneath these human-wave tactics.
Supreme Flesh gave every cell in Li Su's body immense power and nurtured terrifying vitality.
Though he was not a true body cultivator, his physical body was no weaker in the slightest.
Then there was Li Su's powerful soul. Thanks to Soul Supreme, his will could permeate every cell, allowing for the finest possible adjustments.
Every attack he made was an eruption formed from hundreds of millions of cells.
Beginning with the cells, then the nerves, bones, muscles, and skin.
He had pushed the power of flesh and blood to its very limit. Every movement was the resonance of hundreds of millions of cells, bolstered by billions more.
At present, he had not even used the full power of his physical body. Even True Immortals, when relying solely on mana rather than directly unleashing Daoist arts and divine abilities, would find it difficult for their physical bodies