A Hundred Soldiers Crush the Rong!

Yang Ling stared at Jiang Zhuo in his hand and checked his Attribute Panel.

The man's Mental Power, which had originally been as high as 980 points, now had only 400 left.

A full 580 points had been vaporized by a single strike from the Demon-Quelling Saber!

"Is the damage temporary, or permanent?"

A grave look appeared in Yang Ling's eyes.

Although he was not the one who had been struck, if the Demon-Quelling Saber could permanently damage Mental Power, he had to be cautious as well.

Today, his strength had completely crushed Jiang Zhuo's. Beating him had been no different from crushing a bug.

But before those Third-Grade Great Grandmasters, he was no more than a bug himself.

If he encountered a Third-Grade Great Grandmaster who likewise possessed methods that could directly harm Mental Power, he did not want the Mental Power he had painstakingly acquired to be vaporized like this.

Just then, he saw Jiang Zhuo's Mental Power change. It twitched slightly, rising from 400 points to 401.

"Good. It isn't permanent damage. With an Upper Fourth Grade Grandmaster's recovery ability, he should be able to restore his Mental Power in less than half a day."

"Hmm..."

Yang Ling suddenly thought of something.

Suppose he gave Jiang Zhuo another slash right now and cut his Mental Power down to zero.

"Would he die immediately? Or would he fall unconscious?"

Yang Ling's expression turned grave again.

Based on his understanding of Mental Power, he had reason to suspect that if Mental Power was damaged until not even a single point remained, it meant complete death!

Even if the physical body was uninjured, the power of Flesh Derivation would not be able to restore Mental Power that had fallen to zero.

"Perhaps with a Fourth-Grade Grandmaster's strength, the body could