"Even if the strength of numerous mediocre people were combined, it would only reach a certain limit," Wang Kun mused to himself, his demeanor shifting between mirth, passion, and icy calm. But his words were heavy with lethal intent.
As soon as he finished speaking, the blood filling the sky came to a sudden halt, followed by a gust of wind coursing through the black dragon world. Numerous droplets of blood morphed into scarlet spears, launching toward Qin Huai with a chillingly murderous intent.
"Your emperor's force is indeed intriguing and powerful," Wang Kun admitted. "Even peak experts at the visceral prefecture realm would certainly die if they fight you. However, those ordinary people can only absorb so much energy. Once you exceed your limit, your vaunted emperor's force will naturally crumble."
