1316 1316. Laws

Laws were powerful tools, especially when cultivators in the divine ranks used their individualities to fuel their attacks. Gil was only a rank 7 existence in the gaseous stage, but the activation of his true meaning brought his attacks on a superior level.

Noah saw his fiendish armor falling apart when the soundwave engulfed him. His skin also trembled according to that rhythm, and blood amassed in his mouth as internal injuries accumulated.

The echo of the howl shook Noah's insides and forced him to spit mouthfuls of blood. He didn't even charge at the cultivator, but the power of his individuality forced him to retreat.

That was the strength of a god. An individuality could affect the matter in the area and change its functions. Simple spells couldn't defend against that type of power. Noah felt naked in front of that ability.

'So that's how it is,' Noah thought as his black hole sent dark matter toward his injuries.