The Limit

His gloomy expression gradually calmed, and he fell into thought.

If Devil Race members truly kept coming to assassinate him, determined to kill him, what then?

Wouldn't that mean he no longer had to take the initiative to seek out the Devil Race as he did now?

The Devil Race was a boon to his cultivation.

As his soul grew stronger, so did his Spiritual Power—not to mention that the range of his Super Sensation's insight would widen.

Most importantly, he could cultivate longer, sustain visualization longer, train Martial Skills longer, and unleash them for longer.

Once he reached the Venerable Realm, the growth of Spiritual Power would become even more crucial.

In short, a powerful soul brought endless benefits, many of which could not be put into words.

If Devil Race experts could continuously come and throw away their lives, they would be helping his cultivation.

But he soon came back to his senses.

The Cave Heaven differed from other places; cultivation was restricted here, which was why he could act so smoothly and so recklessly.

Once outside, those coming to assassinate him would not merely be Intent Transformation Realm cultivators. There would certainly be Nascent Soul Stage heavenly demons.

Could he handle them?

He immediately understood that he could not.

He turned and drifted forward, while his Super Sensation remained fixed on that handsome young man.

The handsome young man seemed startled by him. He turned to leave, but after only a few steps, he stopped.

He returned behind the boulder.

His face was now as hard as iron, golden light bursting from his eyes.

His teeth ground with creaking sounds.

He closed his eyes and struggled to even out his breathing. Blood had already seeped from the corners of his eyes.

When he opened them again, golden