Of course, strictly speaking, this wasn't entirely wrong either.
The Outer Path Soldier Soul Core's power manifests as the "Outer Path Cannon," firing off one's entire left wrist, transforming into a long-range attack—Rocket Flying Fist. Setting aside the inevitable consumption of any skill, its only rigid condition is that the user must have a left hand.
It really is a matter of having a hand, isn't it...
However, Visakha didn't think so. This vile demon was toying with her! In a rage, she stood up, shielding the motionless lion lying on the ground behind her, dragging a large great sword in one hand, and clutching a plain and unadorned Divine Artifact Long Whip in the other. Her aura did not diminish but instead increased, filled with a sense of determination.
The lion, Qun Ba, had already reached its limit after taking the significant blow from the Snake Sword as well as the Great Slaughter Slash from the Horse-headed Ghost head-on.
And just now, it was caught off guard by that heavy strike, unexpectedly struck solidly by the Rocket Flying Fist from above, and as a result, crashed down from the high altitude...
So, the current situation is obviously not great. The lion that once brimd with power now seed barely alive, its breath faint, utterly unresponsive... The area near its left eye also displayed a strange shadow resembling a bruise, spreading slowly and almost imperceptibly.
This is "Corruption"—
Its essence is the unclean aura brought by the demon. To put it simply, it can be seen as similar to a contact-based infectious disease that the inhabitants of the gap dread greatly.
Because the unclean power of demons can erode even Divine Artifacts or Gods. As long as one is attacked or even touched by the demonic power, there is a risk of erosion and assimilation. Even the Gods must handle infection issues cautiously, so naturally, Divine Artifacts are even more susceptible.
It can largely be said that many Divine Artifacts have fallen due to being eroded and assimilated by the unclean aura of demon powers.
When infected by "Corruption," the color of a part of the body darkens and gradually spreads throughout the body, with the affected area becoming very hot and painful. However, this is not irreversible; it can be managed promptly. For example, using the purifying water from a Shrine to cleanse the affected area for healing...
Therefore, at this mont, Visakha felt extraordinarily anxious and furious—
Qun Ba's situation was undoubtedly dire. If she did not want to watch him demonize and fall due to the infection, she had to ensure he received proper treatnt and purification, removing the "Corruption" caused by the demonic unclean power.
Yet, the problem is obvious: if she did not defeat her opponent here, there was no way she could easily take Qun Ba to a suitable place for purification... If that demon across would let her go, she wouldn't have been knocked down now.
Thus, Visakha's aura beca incredibly impressive, like a beast in a gladiatorial arena ready for a life-or-death battle.
If there's no way out, then carve one!
She is the strongest Martial God; battle symbolizes the very nature of her Divine Office. She does not fear bleeding or sacrifice, and even in adversity, she only unleashes more terrifying potential... So what if strong things break easily? If she couldn't utterly destroy her opponent, wouldn't she naturally be broken herself?
"Don't look at like that. If you hadn't seen what you shouldn't have, I honestly wouldn't care whether you ran away or not..."
Gu Mo casually said as he walked over.
He glanced at the great lion, finding it surprisingly tough. No wonder Yato's Divine Artifact only left a shallow scar rather than splitting the lion's head apart... His own Outer Path Cannon, or rather the Rocket Flying Fist, with Nine-tailed demonic power enhancent, was akin to a tank cannon.
Yet, hitting solidly only left this much of a mark...
Although Visakha's full Divine Power support was partly responsible, one should not underestimate the special attributes of the Divine Artifacts of this world... Despite Gu Mo seeing this group of Divine Artifacts as unworthy of their na, akin to di-a-dozen existences.
Instead of saying they're the Divine Artifacts of Gods, it's more like they're used as tools, henchn.
Like any well-trained ones are top enforcers, recognized like red-branded gangsters, representing prestige, while those lacking foundation can just spend a bit of money and gather so riffraff to do dirty, tough work whenever needed.
"So, you can fear too... Demon!"
The Golden-haired Valkyrie's sharp gaze fixed on him, her lips curling into a mocking smile, devoid of any sense of being at a disadvantage: "You've fallen to this extent; you shall not be tolerated by the eight million Gods. Even if I die here today, I will wait for you at the Yellow Springs Hiyama Slope!"
"That's quite unfortunate then, you'll probably wait forever. My domicile isn't in High Celestial Plain, and do you think even if I die, I'd really drop into your Yellow Springs Hiyama Slope?"
Gu Mo collected his thoughts; the fiery red fox ears atop his head twitched before he shook his head carelessly and remarked.
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