Zhang Rongfang watched the black Daoist in the field being relentlessly beaten, covered in blood, his heart contemplating the doubts that had just emerged.
"Aren't you going to help?" Ran Xinyue couldn't help but ask from the side. "He looks like he can't hold on much longer."
"Indeed... It seems that in terms of willpower and mental strength, one still needs a good bit of tempering..." Zhang Rongfang watched the black Daoist, currently unable to move.
This battle should perhaps indeed be compared to the first time he faced Spirit General Sang Lan.
Wasn't he the same back then? Also suppressed by divine and spiritual will, unable to move and just beaten.
'No wonder the Extreme Realm can only rely on insanity to resist divine and spiritual will... This gap is truly immense.'
Zhang Rongfang sighed deeply. Watching the black Daoist's arm being forcibly broken and torn.
He finally took a step forward.
