Wu Pifu did not know how terrifying transcendents at the soul true-spirit level were. He only knew that the enemy had appeared.
Enough with the damn babbling!
When the enemy appeared, he killed the enemy—or the enemy killed him. Wasn't that his daily routine?
Of course he wanted to live, but the prerequisite for living was that the enemy had to be gone. So killing the enemy was his greatest guarantee of survival!
He walked out of the underground cave. Outside, the sky was clear. The heavy rain that had fallen all night had washed the clouds clean from the heavens, and before Wu Pifu stood more than twenty humans.
That was right. He would swear they were humans.
More than twenty lifeforms whose bodies were human, whose genes were human, whose auras were human, whose spiritual consciousness was human... They were fucking human.
The only abnormal thing was their mental state. Their vacant eyes looked exactly like drug addicts high out of their minds—no, even more exaggerated. They stood there like a pack of idiots, staring blankly into space.
Wu Pifu merely glanced at the twenty-odd humans, and many doubts rose in his heart. Still, he paid them no heed and simply strode toward a certain direction.
These twenty-odd humans... were all battle-hardened warriors, martial artists, powerhouses!
Even though they seemed lost in a drugged stupor, their battle-tempered bodies and martial spirits were plainly visible to Wu Pifu. Every single one of them was stronger than the Dan Jin martial artists he had encountered during the Redemption War, second only to Wang Wudi of that time!
Their strength was not merely pure combat power. It was strength in combat itself, strength in the path of martial cultivation. That was why Wu Pifu described these twenty-odd people as battle-hardened.
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