At this time, the ontological thinking of Art, who was in the Tower of Babel, also came back to his senses, and he found the scene in front of him, and his face showed a trace of horror.

To tell the truth, he didn't know much about the combat power of his spirit body, because there was really nothing to compare, he only knew that he had just broken through the encirclement, and his spirit body had already surpassed the late stage of the holy stage when he was in the Holy Rank occupation, and he didn't know if he had reached the peak of the Holy Order, and when his body broke through a small stage again, he didn't know what level his spirit body had reached.

And now the puppet at the peak level of the Holy Rank in front of him attacked his spirit body, and his spirit body did not move at all, and even his breath did not change in the slightest, as if this attack did not hit him.

This made Art feel a trace of ecstasy in his heart, so it seems that the combat power of the spirit body should have exceeded the peak of the holy rank, his spirit body is a combination of the guardian of light and the guardian of the dragon blade, it can be said that the attack power, defense and speed of these three points are directly proportional, since the defense is so strong, then the remaining two points are naturally weak.

When the people next to him saw this scene, their eyes were wide, their mouths couldn't close for a long time, and they looked at Yat with some complexity, even if it was a peak professional of the Holy Rank who mainly focused on defense, it was impossible to take a blow from a peak professional of the Holy Order without using skills, right?

This boy who looks sixteen or seventeen years old, what is the level of his own cultivation?

"No. 179?" Not only did the professional next to him look stupid, but the more than 1,000 puppet professionals present also looked stupid, and they could see that although 179's punch did not use skills, it also used great strength, even so, the kid in front of him did not resist at all, and shook No. 179 out.

They are also puppets, and they are basically made in batches, although there may be some differences in combat effectiveness due to the different souls infused into their bodies, but they are the same in attributes.

It also made their faces look unsightly, and if this kid had such a strong defense, it would be really difficult to take him down for a while.

However, although their faces were ugly, they didn't worry too much, the bias of professionals is usually very heavy, and the defense is so strong, the other attributes must not be too strong.

As for this shocking defense, there is also a solution for them, their more than 1,000 puppets use the skill of gathering fire, even if his defense is strong, it is impossible to last long if he does not die for a while, even if he can't break his defense, so many puppets will consume him to death.

After all, the amount of spiritual power is there, the core of each of their puppets is not mortal, one core can guarantee a thousand years under normal combat, and even high-intensity battles can last for 10 years.

In other words, even if they use all their strength for each blow, the most powerful skill, keep fighting, keep fighting, can last for up to 10 years.

And what about normal Saint Rank peak professionals, the high-intensity battle can only last for eight to twelve hours at most, not to mention the situation of 1,000 to two, which is too much difference for them.

"You're standing behind me. Art clenched his fists with some excitement, his eyes flashed with bloodlust, he was worried that there was no place to test his spirit body, but he didn't expect these puppets to come to the door.

Through the scene just now, he was already full of confidence, and the strength of the spirit body had far exceeded his expectations.

Hearing Art's words, the professional who came in with this Yat nodded, with a wry smile on his face, and stood silently behind Art's body, to be honest, he also wanted to fight, and he also wanted to play his strength, but looking at these dense puppets in front of him, he had no desire to fight.

"Kill!" the 179th was stunned for a few steps after being shocked and flew away, and then came back to his senses, let out a wild shout, and a golden light appeared on his arm.

Art recognized that this golden light was a skill, a skill that belonged to the sixth ring of the Berserker Skill Statue, which could be said to be extremely powerful, but Art did not have the slightest fear, for him this skill came at the right time, he was about to try the power of the spirit body!

For No. 179 to rush forward, all the puppets did not block, and at the same time did not mean to go up to help No. 179, although they did not think that Art's attack power and speed would be strong, but there was always a trace of muttering in their hearts, just to use No. 179's attack to see Arte's strength clearly.

Art didn't dodge, he didn't use skills, he just manipulated the spirit body and swung his right fist, which collided with the fist swung by No. 179.

"Bang!" 179's wooden-like fist burst in an instant, but Art's fist didn't stop until 179's entire arm was shattered by Art, which only happened in an instant.

Before 179 could react, Artling's left fist swung again, striking 179's chest like a flash of lightning, he had disassembled a puppet, and clearly knew that the core of these puppets was located on his chest.

"Click" was the hard shell of Art before, but now it is as fragile as an eggshell, just in half a second, the fine crack crawled all over the entire chest of No. 179, Art's left fist was deeply immersed in it, and when the fist entered No. 179's body, Art immediately turned his fist into an eagle claw shape, and jerked it, and immediately a milky white spar appeared on the hand of Art's spirit

In just a second or so before and after this battle, the victory and defeat had already been decided, and the next moment, the white spar on Artling's hand flashed and disappeared.

"What, No. 179's strength is similar to ours, and it was solved so quickly? What kind of cultivation is this guy? Could it be that he is a god?" The puppet that was originally standing next to No. 179 seemed to swallow saliva, and the slightly convex Adam's apple of the wooden throat rolled a little.

Arte's hand completely shocked all the puppets, including the professional who followed Art.

"The strength of this person in front of you is extremely strong, everyone act quickly, if my expectations are right, this person's cultivation has reached the level of a demigod!" (To be continued.) )