Dead?
Had Little Bad King not drawn the Warrior Class's Bronze Head and Iron Bones, his physical body blessed by the Heavenly Dao and drastically transformed, that slash that had just split the void would have been enough to behead any Supernatural Ability User in the Third-Rank Realm and kill them outright.
Even Brother Wolf, who cultivated both body and magic, could never have blocked this monster's void-splitting slash back in the Third-Rank Realm.
Feeling the chill spreading across his neck, Ren Ye was both terrified and despairing.
He had already discerned the Three-Prefecture Underworld Beast's characteristics: an incomparably powerful body and supreme close-combat capabilities. As luck would have it, he had drawn Copper Skin and Iron Bones, making him a born champion at taking beatings. This clash was the toughest spear meeting the most punishment-resistant shield-a fated encounter.
Furthermore, the Three-Prefecture Underworld Beast gave off almost no fluctuations of Divine Method energy, and its Divine Soul was exceptionally weak. Its attacks were also savage and bizarre, with obvious animal instincts. Thus, Ren Ye judged that it had yet to develop intelligence. It was a brainless brute that knew only to slaughter intruders who smelled wrong.
High-grade creatures without intelligence generally had one of two origins. First, a high-grade expert with extraordinary abilities had erased their Divine Souls and refined them into Corpse Puppets, reducing them to "guard dogs" kept by a master; second, they were so exceptional and extreme in a particular field that heaven and earth would not tolerate them, and the Heavenly Dao clouded their minds, making enlightenment extremely difficult.
The Three-Headed Netherworld Beast's lack of brains was certainly advantageous to Little Bad King. However, regardless of its origins, it had now driven this ALS patient into a hopeless situation.
Within the pitch-black Illusion Realm, the woman's