Two streams of Holy Power intertwined and seeped into his muscles, forging every inch of them into a structure as tough as a giant wolf's sinew.
The Ratman Warriors' Bone Blades struck his arms, only managing to create a few sparks. Their sharpened short spears pierced his flesh but merely scraped open a white mark that oozed blood.
And those Combat Skills, which the Ratmen considered lethal weapons, were as meaningless as a child scratching a city wall with a wooden stick against the body of a powerful Priest imbued with the faith of Sigmar.
This scene left Axenel dumbfounded.
'Huh!?'
'He can't be hurt!?'
'This guy is a Transcendent too!?'
Before it could recover from its shock, Qin Feng, now certain of his own invincibility, suddenly sneered.
