Refining Beihe

"Good, good, good!"

Like doing calisthenics, Lu Yunhe gave his newly upgraded hardware a little shake.

In an instant, the Void trembled. The force generated by the movement of his body was nearly as tangible as an attack, striking Emperor Beihe and the others on the other side.

Even Emperor Beihe, a bloodline cultivator, felt a sharp pain across his cheeks.

As for the Divine Generals on the other side, the slightly weaker ones were restrained by the Soul Attack. Swept by that force, their bodies became unsteady, and they were forced back.

At the sight of this, Emperor Beihe and the twenty-four Divine Generals were utterly horrified. They understood that the Chaos City Lord's strength had reached another realm.

"Why has he become so terrifyingly powerful just by obtaining a Divine Weapon?" Emperor Beihe could not understand.

Cultivators were clearly centered on themselves and their realms. Why could an external object bring such explosive growth?

By comparison, Aboriginals like them seemed far less affected by external objects, making it harder for their strength to increase through them.

The reason Emperor Beihe found this strange was naturally because cultivators had long since met the requirements in realm. What they lacked was merely sufficient strength.

As long as that deficiency in strength was made up for, their power would naturally soar by leaps and bounds.

As for Aboriginals, their realms were lacking, so they could only work on their raw strength.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Lu Yunhe moved his body. The origin of the Primal Chaos Lifeform within him roared, while his tangible flesh gave off sounds like clashing weapons and galloping warhorses.

Relying on his advantage in realm, Lu Yunhe regained control of this body within a few breaths.

Before this, when facing Aboriginals, the Death Sin Clan, Lesser Primal Chaos Lifeforms,