Wu Pifu stood where he was, lost in thought.
There was no blood on the saber, yet an eerie, violent aura still lingered around it, slowly dissipating.
He had killed a part of Sersis...
That half-giant, half-demon thing just now had not been strong. Compared to a Primordial Evil, it had been pathetically weak. In terms of strength and speed, it had been at least more than half as weak as him. As for its twenty-meter body, while enormous, that merely represented the intensity of its vitality.
But one had to know that even within the I Am a Commoner Deathmatch Thought Space, his commoner title still partially took effect. Within five meters, if he said he would kill someone, he killed them. A large body was a standard disadvantage to him... the enemy's disadvantage.
What he truly could not understand was that Titan Demon Patriarch Sersis had been far weaker than expected. Forget comparing it to a Primordial Evil—even compared to him, it was vastly weaker. Its strength and speed were only half as great as his, but when his commoner title, his combat techniques, the Deathbound Saber, and everything else were factored in, the gap was not merely one or two times. It was practically a crushing advantage.
In fact, after the kill, Wu Pifu had suffered only minor injuries... the legally defined kind. In other words, there were no damaged tendons or bones, nor any internal injuries—only cuts, bruised muscles, and bleeding wounds.
Wu Pifu's thought energy had entered its exhausted state again, but after checking himself, he found that it was only a tiny bit of damage to his source. It would probably heal completely in about five days.
Sersis was too weak!
As a source, even if it was the source of the 0.3 Dream