Black Snake gazed at the restless wandering souls on the wasteland, straining to think.
He tried to grasp a hazy question: did cultivators and practitioners who possessed spells and divine abilities truly have the power to stop unrest?
From what he had seen so far, clearly they did not.
Even though he ranked among the stronger fighters around the County Seat, if he faced an army or became trapped in a sea of people, his end would be miserable unless he could immediately sow panic and send them fleeing.
He could not confront an army head-on. His real advantage was speed: flee first, then seize opportunities to strike from ambush amid the darkness and confusion.
The Abbot's cultivation was profound, yet he heard her sigh every time she practiced her swordsmanship. She probably had troubles of her own.
Anyone who could worry certainly could not be all-powerful.
Sensing a sinister creature causing trouble in the distance, he immediately sent his Yin Spirit shooting out of his body and gave it a light bump.
The creature scattered in an instant. He then returned to his body and resumed his interrupted thoughts.
Most of the uncanny beings roaming the living world were relatively weak.
Those in the Underworld, however, were generally fiercer and more formidable. Perhaps it had to do with their surroundings. For example, whenever it rained, he felt faster and struck harder. The principle was the same.
Perhaps warfare in the human world was unavoidable, because all sentient beings shared a fatal flaw.
Their minds were easily seized by demons, and they unknowingly became puppets with twisted hearts.
Demons might well infiltrate him too. He had to remain vigilant at all times and correct himself!
Stealing a moment amid his work, Black Snake sternly reminded himself of this.
He looked