Thin-Mist Defense Line, West Camp. The sky had yet to brighten.
Lin Nan returned to his room, his face full of exhaustion, and collapsed onto the bed.
The transformed great demon named Red Fang he had encountered last night definitely possessed the strength of a Viscera Realm Martial Master.
Even with his power at the early third level of the Sinews-and-Bones Realm, he had been unable to break its defenses. How the hell was he supposed to fight that?
That said, Red Fang could not keep up with his speed either. If he wanted to run, Red Fang would never catch him.
Moreover, after last night's battle, Lin Nan had gained a rough understanding of demon strength.
That Red Fang was likely a minor demon leader. His physical body was immensely strong, comparable to an entry-level Viscera Realm Martial Master, but he lacked any proper method. His strength was absolutely inferior to that of a Viscera Realm Martial Master.
He should have fallen somewhere between a Sinews-and-Bones Realm grand martial artist at completion and a Viscera Realm Martial Master.
After all, he had seen Li Nianru, a Martial Master at great completion of the Viscera Realm, make her move.
Simply put, Red Fang had stats but no mechanics. Against a Martial Master of the same level who had both stats and mechanics, Red Fang would be toyed to death like someone walking a dog.
Lying on the bed, drowsiness washed over Lin Nan, and he gradually fell asleep.
When he woke, it was already noon, with the blazing sun hanging high.
As usual, Lin Nan finished a set of stance exercises, then simply ate the meat the soldiers had brought him.
He walked out of the loft.
Fan Hua and the other five officers had long been waiting there.
"Reporting,