After leaving the cavern, He Pingsheng did not immediately depart.
He stood on a rock not far from the cavern, his brows tightly furrowed.
Those two seemingly simple exchanges of attacks were enough to keep He Pingsheng thinking for a long time.
First of all, his opponent really had been at the Golden Core Stage.
He himself was only at the eleventh layer of the Foundation Establishment Realm.
Why had that fellow been so weak?
That was the first question.
He Pingsheng did not deny that he was powerful enough to sweep aside all opposition in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
But against a Golden Core Stage cultivator or Demon Beast, he did not believe he could win through sheer combat without using his Divine Sense ability.
At best, he should have been able to fight someone a realm above him to a draw.
Neither side would win.
Yet in that fight just now, his opponent had clearly seemed far too weak.
Why?
He Pingsheng did not know, but he had a theory.
First, it was a matter of natural suppression.
His lightning power happened to suppress that Demonic Beast.
Second, that Demonic Beast was not truly a member of the Devil Race, but merely a living creature manifested here from the Yin Baleful Energy of the Earth Yin Vein, with relatively low intelligence.
Not only was its intelligence low, but it also lacked powerful cultivation techniques, spells, and Divine Abilities.
It relied entirely on instinct to attack, defend, advance, and retreat.
Although those instincts were powerful when fueled by its cultivation realm, their might fell far short of genuine spells and Divine Abilities.
"Hmm..." After thinking for a while, He Pingsheng drew a deep breath and nodded, muttering to himself, "Perhaps that was precisely why I could defeat that Golden