Noah shook his head when he looked at the two space-rings in his grasp. The number of resources inside them was decent, but his thoughts were on the two liquid stage cultivators that had died under his attacks.
They had relied on a battle formation that they couldn't operate fully to improve their chances of survival, but the variety of their attacks had diminished due to that decision.
Noah would have had a harder time dealing with multiple spells of various natures. Yet, the two experts would have died far sooner without the protection of the golden scales.
Battle formations, inscribed items, and similar methods were helpful to cultivators. Still, there wasn't much that they could do if the existences using them were weak or had evident flaws in their individuality.
'Power comes from within,' Noah gave the matter one last thought before moving his attention elsewhere.
