Wu Pifu slashed straight ahead. No more limbs came at him, and the wreckage scattered across the ground rapidly dissipated. Before him, the enormous demonic-thought monstrosity formed from countless tangled limbs seemed to have turned into a lump of black flesh. The innumerable limbs entwined across its surface had all vanished.
But Wu Pifu was gasping for breath as well.
Within this space, his physical strength was only slightly greater than that of an ordinary mortal. By his own sensation, it was not even as strong as a body that had undergone a single Dan Jin cleansing of the sinews and marrow. Though he used his tremendous control to move and attack with the smallest possible motions, conserving as much strength as he could, the enemy he faced was simply far too powerful. The mental and physical effort he expended vastly exceeded normal, and by now, he had little strength left.
But never mind someone nearing the level beyond Seeing God Without Destruction—even National Arts practitioners at the Seeing God Without Destruction level possessed the ability to "lock their stamina." So long as they had not exhausted their qi and blood to the point of being unable to move, what did heavy panting matter? Whatever speed and power they were meant to exert would not diminish in the slightest.
In contrast, the demonic-thought body before him looked enormous, and its countless eyeballs seemed terrifying, yet it had lost all its limbs. Its flesh still wriggled, slowly extending flesh and blood into new limbs, but at this point, that ugly struggle only made Wu Pifu feel sorrow.
Unlike The Fish and The Butterfly, those two things had appeared abruptly, with no clue to their origins, and had acted recklessly by relying on their true status. Wu Pifu had hacked them into