Ji Chuan's brows furrowed slightly as he focused his gaze on the Origin Demon, or more precisely, on the Prime Lion it commanded.
In his perception, the Origin Demon represented a peak Fourth Grade existence.
With equal cultivation, he feared no one.
But the Prime Lion emanated a terrifyingly peak Fifth Grade presence.
He could punch above his weight and defeat foes, but only if they were limited to the Initial Stage or Middle Stage of Void Refining.
If an opponent possessed the strength of a peak Fifth Grade, such a vast difference in rank could nullify his advantages in intent, cultivation techniques, and swordsmanship.
To put it simply, it was like a cunning child pitted against a brawny adult whose sheer brute force trumps skill: the child would have no choice but to concede defeat.
The Origin Demon glanced at the Jiuyou Hall Master and Hei Luo, who were both severely wounded.
Especially Hei Luo, whose Blood Qi was nearly depleted, evidently at the end of his tether.
