The Great Devil was stunned, and his heart trembled again.
'What a powerful blue-faced Orc. Two of his fingers are harder than my weapon.'
'This must be a profound martial art technique!'
'I have to be careful.'
He thought, but his hands did not stop moving.
After all, he was a Great Devil who had fought all his life.
He had seen the world, and his mental fortitude was strong.
He did not care about the broken head of the scythe, and continued to swing the remaining part of the blade toward Saint One's neck.
Beside him, Jin Jilie's expression changed.
He knew that Saint One was strong, but he did not expect him to be this strong!
How could a Divine Artifact be broken by a person's fingers?
He had to cultivate his body to be harder than a Divine Artifact, and his cultivation was higher than a Great Devil's.
This battle …
Jin Jilie's fighting spirit, which had just risen, instantly withered.
"Cheer up. The blue-faced Orc is doing this on purpose. He wants to break our morale!"
Elder Le Toux's voice came from behind.
He was cheering for Elder Jin Jilie, and also for himself and Narenba.
Saint One's strength was beyond his imagination.
While he was shocked, he looked at Zhang Xing.
'Can he be this strong?'
He could not see through this Orc. Although he had a faint Orc aura, he did not have an Orc's temperament.
Le Toux guessed that there was an 80% chance that Zhang Xing was not an Orc.
But he would never have thought that Zhang Xing was one of the humans he had asked King Behemoth to hand over.
He secretly clenched his fists. 'Let me fight this Orc!'
At that moment, the Great Devil's scythe had cut through the air, and was only a finger away from Saint One's neck.
Saint One did not seem to see it, and his eyes were still narrowed.
He looked at the Great Devil with contempt.
Clang!
It was a success!
The Great Devil was delighted.
This was the result of being arrogant and conceited …
Before this thought flashed through his mind, he felt a rebounding force travel from the scythe to his arm.
His arms went numb, and he almost dropped the weapon.
If Saint One had broken his scythe just now, it had shocked him to the point of trembling.
Now, he was terrified!
He saw that half of the scythe had indeed cut Saint One's neck.
But …
He felt as if he had struck a meteorite that was even harder than a divine weapon.
Not to mention the numbness in his arms, even the blade of his scythe was bent.
This …
This time, the Great Demon was really stunned!
That was his neck!
I can't even cut the neck of an Orc with my full strength and the attack of a Sacred Artifact?
'This … he … what is he?'
At this moment, the entire place was deathly silent!
Other than Zhang Xing and Jin Bao, everyone else was dumbfounded as if they had lost their souls.
"Lord Holy Dragon's body is even harder than a Holy Weapon …
Heavens!
Doesn't that mean that Lord Sheng Long's body is already comparable to a divine artifact? "
King Behemoth and the others were shocked because of this.
The minds of everyone in the Totem Clan went blank.
This was already beyond their imagination. What else could they think of?
Other than being dumbfounded, there was only dumbfounded stupor.
At some point, Saint One's finger had already touched the head of the scythe.
He gently pushed outwards.
The sickle blade was three inches away from his neck.
"The Sacred Artifact will always be trash in the hands of trash.
But in my hands, the Sacred Artifact is still a Sacred Artifact! "
As Saint One spoke, his right hand moved.
The broken half of the scythe appeared between his fingers.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
He waved his hand, and a black light instantly streaked across the body of the scythe.
Another black light streaked across the Great Devil's shoulder.
"This is how weapons should be used, understand?"