After enjoying thousands of years' worth of cultivation resources, whether in terms of Divine Power realm or the might of their techniques, the Seven Heroes were unquestionably superior to the Four Great Corpse Kings.
Logically, fighting on their own turf with power greater than their enemies', the Seven Heroes should have easily gained the upper hand.
Yet the reality was that the powers they took pride in, the various techniques they usually regarded as their signature moves, had almost no effect when they struck the Four Great Corpse Kings.
Forget Jiang Chen, who was renowned for his formidable physique—even the other Corpse Kings were nowhere near this easy to deal with.
Attacks that consumed enormous amounts of Divine Power often failed to inflict any real damage. In the best-case scenario, they merely sent the Four Great Corpse Kings flying.
Such attacks posed no threat whatsoever to the Four Great Corpse Kings. After being blasted away, they would usually just brush the dirt off themselves, rise to their feet, and continue fighting.
The battle between the Four Great Corpse Kings and the Seven Heroes was tremendously loud, and Lin Yi and the others could hear it clearly.
"Brother Lin Yi, I never expected that even at a time like this, we would still need your help. I'm truly ashamed. If you hadn't appeared in time and rescued us, we might already have failed the great ones' trust and died at the hands of Old Xuan and Luo Bingxin. Thinking about it now, it really is shameful."
Of course he should be ashamed.
Old Xuan and Luo Bingxin received almost the same amount of resources as they did. Yet under those circumstances, they had still been utterly crushed by those two. No matter how much they embellished the battle or exaggerated its