"Of course it counted."
Chen Qiu calmly looked toward the battlefield in the distance. Those Devil Race cultivators did indeed seem far stronger than cultivators of the same realm. Every cultivation art had reached Great Perfection, and their every movement was effortless and fluid.
Compared to them, those people were clearly far more suited to fighting in this kind of environment.
They did not even need to sit cross-legged and maintain a tranquil mind. Instead, they circulated their cultivation arts during battle to absorb spiritual energy, directly achieving an effect equivalent to his Heavenly Dao Foundation.
Logically speaking,
it was absolutely impossible to circulate a cultivation art during battle. After all, it was difficult to keep one's mind tranquil enough to do so in the midst of combat.
But clearly,
these Devil Race cultivators had spent a long time in this environment. Almost every one of them had mastered this method, effectively giving them the same effect as his Heavenly Dao Foundation. Their capacity simply was not as great as his, and their method was a little more cumbersome.
And through releasing the Lightning-Channeling Art hundreds of times, Chen Qiu's control over spiritual energy had grown increasingly adept.
He had originally planned to find a place to cultivate for a while after leaving the Heavenly Dao Secret Realm, but it now seemed that battle could improve his control over spiritual energy to an even greater extent.
Just then—
"Whoosh!!!"
A golden beam carrying immense might shot out from the crowd and blasted straight toward him. Caught off guard, Chen Qiu's body was sent flying several zhang away, and he crashed heavily onto the ground.
"Huff."
Chen Qiu exhaled deeply and climbed up from the ground, rubbing his aching chest. His right arm hung limply at his side as dozens of