Above the Blood Pool.
The battle continued.
Faced with foes who had stirred killing intent, who no longer harbored thoughts of capturing him but intended to beat him to death for certain—
Li Su naturally found it increasingly difficult to cope.
Even with a supreme treasure protecting him, he had still been injured. The stars within his body trembled without end.
The gap in realms was simply too great. Li Su had only just reached perfection in the early Taiyi stage and had yet to thoroughly consolidate himself. The power he could bear rested solely upon those one hundred and seventeen stars.
With that, coupled with a supreme treasure, being able to inflict a certain degree of damage upon Daluo cultivators was already beyond imagination.
After all, among the Daluo cultivators besieging him, the leader was himself among the ranks of heavenly geniuses, while the other two were also quite extraordinary, backed by ten thousand years of accumulation.
As for Li Su, even his Middle Dao had yet to take shape.
One had to know that in the Taiyi realm, the accumulation of three thousand Middle Daos was where one's progress became most astonishing.
A single one could increase one's strength by one percent. The difference between them and miscellaneous Daos was simply unimaginable.
One had to know that what Li Su cultivated were transcendent-grade Dao arts—peerless teachings of Saints.
There were six thousand Minor Daos alone. Building upward from there, there would naturally be six thousand Middle Daos as well.
Seven Supreme Sages meant forty-two thousand Middle Daos.
What an astonishing enhancement to his strength would that be?
If he could reach Taiyi Great Perfection, then the three before him would be opponents he could handle even without a supreme treasure. With one, killing them would be as easy