One had to be a peerless genius of extraordinary wisdom to condense Intelligence Divinity, and a member of a race born with incomparably potent spiritual strength to condense Spirit Divinity. Otherwise, forming these two types of Divinity was exceedingly difficult.
"Another Spirit Saint has fallen!!"
"So ruthless!!"
"..."
The few Spirit Saints lurking nearby felt a chill creep into their hearts at this sight. After weighing their options, they ultimately chose to retreat quickly, not daring to remain. The Sacred Fruit was tempting, but their lives were more precious.
A strange light flashed in Shu Feng's eyes as his Spiritual Sense stirred. 'They're all gone! Good!'
Those Spirit Saints were remarkably strong, yet when faced with the Void Demon invasion, very few had stepped up to fight. For them to now covet his Sacred Fruit was a death wish, and he wouldn't hesitate to grant it.
