The God of Power roared angrily, and his body rose another hundred meters, and the terrifying power surged again!

"Crack!"

The crisp sound of fractures was heard.

But not Zilu!

But the god of strength!

The arm that was blocking Zi Lu was actually directly hit by Zi Lu and twisted in a weird way.

The human book seemed to be indestructible, breaking and piercing the hundred-meter-long arm, and smashed it towards the chest of the God of Power!

unstoppable!

At this moment, the God of Power suddenly remembered something.

Something this human said before.

"Your purity is too low!"

purity!

That’s right, purity!

Although the human being in front of me is small, even though it is only tenth level.

But his purity is too high!

This human power is like steel that has been tempered thousands of times. Although it is only tenth level and this piece of steel is only the size of a palm, it is still steel!

And he, the god of strength, with his muscles trained by carrying heavy objects and crashing mountains, and his innate bulk, were like cotton in front of him!

Although huge, it is vulnerable!

purity!

And now, this piece of steel is penetrating through me!

How can the power that has been tempered by human thought for five thousand years be comparable to the power of gods and muscles that have grown bigger through exercise?

"Is this your pure power?"

"Human power is not just power." Zilu said calmly.

Human power is never pure!

In addition to power, it also has five thousand years of thought!

That is the power that is wrapped up in thoughts and tempered by thoughts!

It is more solid and stronger than pure power!

"boom!"

The thick book hit the God of Power's chest hard. For a moment, the God of Power felt like he was hit by a heavy hammer. His hard chest was instantly dented like soft cotton, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"boom!"

The thousand-meter-long body was actually hit by this tiny human being and flew backwards!

After crashing into several mountains, he finally stopped, but he couldn't get up for a long time.

On the chest, the traces left by a small but bone-deep book are clearly visible. In the blur of blood and flesh, the so-called indestructible bones seem to have cracked!

This is the power of weak humans!

The power of knowledge!

The power of thought!

The pure power that directly crushed the so-called gods!

"Huh." Zilu touched the book lovingly and saw that there was no damage. Then he exhaled with relief, wiped it clean and put it away.

Immediately, he looked at the god of strength who was vomiting blood, and asked with concern: "Are you satisfied now?"

He looked concerned, as if he wanted to make up for it if he was not satisfied.
Chapter completed!