Compared to demons.
Human cultivators have many shortcomings.
Their magic power could not compare to the demon's demonic power in terms of destructive power. Their physical fitness could not compare to the long-lived demons, let alone their lifespan.
Even a Daoist priest's lifespan was longer than that of a normal human.
However, the oldest human would normally not be more than 150 years old.
As long as they were still humans.
However, they also had a powerful side. They were magic treasures that reflected the wisdom of humans in this world.
Magical treasures were made from precious ores, spiritual materials, and even some body materials of demons.
It was extremely powerful, and magic power was the most suitable energy to drive magic treasures.
Humans with magical equipment and humans without magical equipment were two completely different concepts.
However, no matter how powerful their attacks were, it could not change the fact that their bodies were weak.
Bai Lin's body was only pushed back a few meters by the shockwave. He was completely uninjured. As for Wang Quan Longcheng, he was in a worse state. His external injuries were not serious, but his internal injuries were not light.
[Name: Royal Dragon City]
[Race: Human]
[Level: Transcendent (60%)]
[Magic Weapon: Sword of the King (Standard)]
[Spells: One Sword of the King, King's Power-Demon Slaying Sword]
[Status: Medium Internal Injury]
Bai Lin's information gathering divine power collected information about Royal Dragon City. Using the method that Bai Lin was most familiar with, he digitized the other party's strength and made a clear comparison with himself.
In terms of cultivation, the other party was only 10% weaker than him.
However, the difference in combat strength between the two sides was not just 10%.
Not to mention that there was such a huge difference in cultivation, the distance between them was not small.
Race advantage, ability advantage…They were all core factors that affected combat strength.
"Sword of the King!"
The reason why Wang Quan Longcheng was able to exchange a single blow with Bai Lin despite the disparity in strength was because of the King's Sword. Don't misunderstand, the King's Sword here was not the King's Sword that was known as the number one sword in the world.
According to Bai Lin's understanding.
In this era, the royal family did not have the so-called King's Sword.
It wasn't that they didn't exist. In fact, in this era, every swordsman of a royal family had a sword that could be said to be the King's Sword, representing their status as a royal family.
The King's Sword of this era was just a common magic weapon.
This did not match the world in Bai Lin's memories. Bai Lin had suspected more than once that he was in that world…Most of the forces were clearly matched.
However, some of the situations did not match up at all.
The Royal Sword was one of them.
Perhaps…Was he too early?
To put it bluntly, the King's Sword was a magic treasure. It was actually a magic treasure. Naturally, the Hundred Qilin was created by humans during the current era, when humans and demons were at their most hostile.
Once they met, they would fight to the death.
It was far from the time in the storyline when the two races were tired of war.
Putting everything else aside…It was said that the ruler of the North Mountain was the Demon Resisting Kingdom.
Retracting his thoughts, Bai Lin looked at his snake tail.
There was an obvious sword mark on the white scale. From afar, it looked like a pitch-black crack. Drops of scarlet blood kept falling down the crack.
After a single exchange, Bai Lin was not completely unscathed.
The sword strike from before had already broken through his defense and left a mark on his body.
"The royal family is not bad…"
With the inherited memories of the Chaos Demonic God, Bai Lin's vision was extremely high. Even so, he still praised the number one clan of human swordsmen in this world from the bottom of his heart.
In a situation where his cultivation was inferior to his.
He was already proud of himself for being able to cut through his scales with a single sword strike.
Such an injury was completely insignificant to Bai Lin. The flesh and blood at the wound continued to surge, trying to heal. However, under the obstruction of the remnant sword qi, it was relatively slow.
But even so, it was still firmly healing. As the sword qi was consumed, the healing speed became faster and faster.
The dripping blood fell to the ground and turned into a pure white poisonous snake. Its appearance was 70% similar to a hundred unicorns. The only thing missing was the golden patterns on the edge of the scales.
It wasn't like Bai Lin who had intelligence.
It was like a real beast.
In reality, these tiny venomous snakes were one of Bai Lin's spells, the effect of the clone spirit technique. It could control blood essence, flesh, and blood to form a physical clone.
The strength of the clone depended on how much it consumed.
The more it consumed, the more abilities it could inherit.
The only flaw was that these clones only had instincts and no intelligence.
“........”
Baili's praise rang out in his mind, but Wang Quan Longcheng could not bring himself to feel any pride. He was badly injured, and he had not been prepared for it. Furthermore, he had swung his sword with all his might, so he did not have the strength to defend himself.
It caused his body to suffer serious internal injuries.
Although he did not lose his combat ability, his full-strength attack only left an insignificant wound on the other party's body. The wound was still healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.
At this moment, his strength was declining. It was not an exaggeration to say that he would die in this battle.
As for the others, they had either died in the Hundred Qilin's poisonous fog or were being surrounded by other demons who had retreated from the battlefield. There was no chance of survival.
However, the descendants of the Wang Clan had no intention of surrendering!
"Secret technique, Man and Sword as One."
His expression became more and more serious, and a look of death appeared in his eyes. He gripped the King's Sword tightly, which he had used almost all of his mana to fight against Bai Lin, and which was not damaged at all.
Will, Dharmic powers, and even burning one's lifespan to overdraft the future in exchange for great power were all poured into the sword as the secret technique was executed.
At this moment, in the desperate Royal Dragon City.
It made Bai Lin feel a sense of danger.
He no longer had any thoughts of playing the game.
Its huge body curled up like a small mountain. Its eyes shrank as demonic energy spread out.
The massive demonic qi seemed to have transformed into a tornado that reached the sky, stirring up the wind and clouds.
.. to be continued
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