How could this be? He was a Near-Saint!
Though realm suppression did exist, a Near-Saint's divine wonders could not be completely suppressed.
At most, the intensity of his power had been suppressed to the Taiyi level, but in terms of his state and mastery of Dao arts, he was still at the Near-Saint level.
Otherwise, he could not have been so dominant—facing Li Su, who possessed a supreme treasure, and still managing to injure him.
In this regard, there was a vast difference between him and a supreme treasure.
Supreme treasures were not cultivators. Their realms were fixed and never changed.
The stronger their power, the more formidable they were.
Conversely, the weaker their power, the lower the divine wonders they could display.
For it to be injured and bleed was not truly praising the other party. It was merely the extraordinary evaluation bestowed by a Near-Saint lifeform.
But now, things were different.
The other party's power had wounded it in the truest sense.
It had destroyed its body.
Though it was only half an arm, the meaning it represented was entirely different.
Roar~!
With an enraged howl, a great deal of decaying power gushed from the wound, restoring the shattered arm.
The dead-soul Near-Saint moved. Forcibly suppressing the backlash, it broke free of the force binding it backward and pounced toward Li Su.
It did not believe it!
Nor would it accept it.
How could a mere Taiyi injure it?
Impossible. Absolutely impossible!
Boom!
It closed in and unleashed a vast strike.
Its fist was like a star in the Ninth Heaven, like the great sun above one's head. A simple punch carried a sensation of being impossible to evade, impossible to block, impossible to endure.
As though all things would be reduced to nothing.
Space stagnated. Time froze.