"This man is no simple matter."
Poison Venerable said coldly. At a glance, he had seen through Wei Hong's plan—the fellow intended to attack the mind.
The Forbidden Void disciples naturally possessed powerful bodies, but they also had a weakness: the Primordial Spirit.
Compared to ordinary Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal cultivators, the Primordial Spirits of Forbidden Void disciples were far weaker.
Wei Hong was clearly a clever man.
"Is there danger?"
Ye Lin raised a brow. He had long since noticed the weakness of those hulking Forbidden Void brutes. After all, it was not something difficult to discover; anyone with a bit of sense could guess it.
After all, throughout the heavens and the entire Star River Cosmos, there was no perfect living being. Every creature had its flaws.
For instance, the weaker a race was, the stronger its reproductive ability. Their strength might not be great, but their numbers were as countless as ox hairs—impossible to kill them all.
The stronger a race was, the weaker its reproductive ability. Take the peak races and divine beast races of the Star River Cosmos: reproducing offspring was a task fraught with countless hardships, and every child was a treasure among treasures.
Though the Forbidden Void Heavenly Demons appeared powerful, they were not without weaknesses.
"Danger? It doesn't exist."
Poison Venerable gave Ye Lin a mysterious smile.
So what if one had discovered a weakness?
Did they really think that discovering one tiny weakness would allow them to turn the tide of battle?
If anyone truly thought so, Poison Venerable had only two words for them: how naive.
On the battlefield, Wei Hong slashed out with his sword. Man Cang was only stunned for an instant before immediately reacting. He abruptly exerted force with both hands, and the chains around them rapidly