'That hurt,' Liam groaned internally, storing the Black Bow on his shoulder before rubbing his eyes.
The Divine Cult had trained Liam to endure physical pain. Even being thoroughly broken by the Primal Urge couldn't stop him or delay his actions.
However, cultivators could suffer in many ways, and the rank 2 Aura's blowback was closer to the debilitating pain that his cultivation's glass-like structure could experience than anything flesh-related.
Truth be told, Liam hadn't even been aware that the rank 2 Aura had such a whiplash. That was the limit of isolated training, and he had to consider himself lucky to have discovered it in such a suitable occurrence.
After all, the Church's team was no more. The two foundation experts who hadn't left the Poisonous Breath's range were on the bed of darkened petals, collapsed and lifeless, blood leaking from their ghastly faces.
