"My hand!"
A pained howl rang out, and within the deep darkness, a pair of wild and crazed eyes suddenly opened, unleashing a terrifying aura that shrouded the heavens and earth, as if to bury all living beings.
"This time, I only chopped off your hand.
If it happens again, I'll chop off your head."
With a light flick of his three-foot green blade, Song Yue of the Iron Bone Sword Sect looked indifferently at the terrifying figures before him, emitting overwhelming killing intent like dark great worlds.
In the early stages of cultivation, demons rely on bloodline inheritance and bodily advantages to hold a decisive edge in battles of the same level.
This advantage persists even in the Dao Body Realm.
But once they break through to the Primordial Spirit Great Path,
The innate spirit essence of the Human Race, with a physique in harmony with the Tao, immediately bridges this gap, even far surpassing it.
