"Is this filth?"
Decaying God's expression slightly tensed, he felt it more acutely than others.
He sensed something akin to burial, filth, like bacteria, microbes spreading.
The opponent called this thing Divine Power.
But to him, it felt more like some mushrooms in the forest.
His body absorbed the opponent's mushroom power, making him feel a bit dazed, as if he had eaten something hallucinogenic, penetrated by something else.
He was a Ninth Tier, the opponent couldn't break his defense!
Yet in an instant, he felt a looming threat from a weak Eighth Tier.
Magaras glanced at this beggar, "Ninth Tier, indeed seems like those three from the mother civilization, cultivating something called a vortex?"
"Eighth Tier, are you also coveting our methods?" Decaying God didn't refute.
Ninth Tier, cultivating the Divine Vortex.
The core principle is to cultivate a multitude of Rule Laws condensed into a vortex, spinning rapidly within the body.
