The Star Devourer's flesh was not of ordinary blood and muscle; instead, it was a combination akin to metal and jade, both sturdy and pliable.
Pang Jian exerted the power of the Great Tao he had comprehended to bombard and tear at a limb of the Star Devourer repeatedly, managing to create only some fissures.
To the Star Devourer, these were mere scratches, failing to cause any real structural damage.
As he saw another eight limbs fly out from that gray-yellow star, Pang Jian silently racked his brain.
"If I had the Origin Demon Sword, the Heart of Winter, and that Thunder Pond..."
He unconsciously thought of those handy implements.
The material of the Origin Demon Sword was unrivaled in sharpness; under his control, channeling even higher-tiered powers for hacking, it would likely sever the Star Devourer's limbs.
Unfortunately, he had come in a hurry this time and had not been able to bring the Divine Artifact with him.
