What was even more terrifying was...
Once those masses of water floated to the front of the army, Yang Fan's ten-billion-strong force could no longer advance at all.
Countless Martial Masters charged forward, one wave after another, only to watch helplessly as those bizarre droplets kept harvesting his believers' lives.
An army of ten billion could not even get close in the face of such power!
The smile gradually faded from Yang Fan's face.
He finally realized the true gulf between the two sides.
Numbers?
Did they still mean anything against intelligent weapons of this caliber?
Forget ten billion—even if he were given another hundred billion, or even a trillion believers, what use would they be?
When the two sides' combat strength existed on entirely different planes, even the greatest numbers amounted to nothing more than a bigger target.
"Interesting."
As Han Lingzhi watched the Simulated Battlefield, a trace of genuine curiosity finally appeared in her eyes.
"What cultivation methods have these believers of yours been practicing?"
"Their vitality is remarkably tenacious."
At that moment, in the Simulated Battle Arena, quite a few of the Martial Master believers whose foreheads had been pierced with pinpoint accuracy by the droplets had not died immediately.
They had clearly lost the ability to fight, yet with their last lingering scraps of consciousness, they still frantically drove the vital energy within their bodies.
Streams of vital energy erupted from them, attempting to disperse that bizarre sphere of water floating before the army.
Such vitality clearly exceeded the limits ordinary Martial Master believers should have possessed.
Yang Fan naturally knew the reason behind all this.
In Han Lingzhi's eyes, he possessed only the SS-Rank Hundredfold Timeflow divine kingdom talent.
But now, within his Divine Kingdom, his Cultivation Believers possessed the Rank A myriad forms spirit