"These Blood Essence Stones must be a tremendous tonic for the Netherworld Giants!" Tang Changsheng looked thoughtful.
The more Tang Changsheng learned about the Netherworld Giants—or rather, the Witch Gods—the more he understood their power. He was also beginning to see their weaknesses.
Powerful as the Netherworld Giants were, they differed from cultivators in one crucial way: their souls and bodies could not be separated.
If a cultivator's physical body was destroyed, their Primordial Spirit could still escape and reincarnate through Liberation by Violence.
A Witch God's power, however, came from its own Bloodline, from within its body. Once that body was destroyed, no soul remained. Body and spirit were utterly annihilated.
Thus, the giants under Tang Changsheng's command were not souls or Ghost Gods. They could be considered flesh-and-blood bodies of another kind, somewhat like Yang Spirit True Bodies—forms of energy. Tang Changsheng had just confirmed this with his own hands.
Once cultivators entered the Yang Spirit Realm and could disperse into wind or gather into form, they too became forms of energy.
"So the Witch God I killed had a Divine Core. That means he was no longer a pure Witch God, but had become one of the Divine Race. Pure Witch Gods don't have Divine Cores. Their power comes from their Bloodlines."
Witch God bodies were similar in that respect, though that was not what had shaken Tang Changsheng just now.
With that thought, Tang Changsheng beckoned to A Hu. The giant immediately lowered his enormous head.
Tang Changsheng tossed a Blood Essence Stone into his mouth, and A Hu's face lit up with delight.
A Hu had been drooling over the Blood Essence Stones earlier, but without Tang Changsheng's order, he had not dared touch a single one.
The moment the Blood Essence Stone entered his