The crucial point was that he had just released his aura. Although it lasted only for a single instant, Hao Qi himself had underestimated his current spiritual accumulation. Much like the level of Shi Zhong that he had once imagined, the spirit of an entity capable of surviving over a thousand Immeasurable Kalpas had reached an indescribable, inconceivable, and unimaginable realm—a state far beyond mortal comprehension. And while Hao Qi was still an unimaginable distance away from Shi Zhong, he was indeed striding forward on this path, moving from the finite toward the infinite.
Such an oppressive aura, even for just a fraction of a second, could be easily perceived by any sensitive human being, let alone experienced warriors who had fought their way through battlefields like Guts and Serpico. The two of them rushed over at once, and then they saw corpses of pishachas scattered all over the ground. Guts's expression remained calm; he had seen far more grotesque sights with Hao Qi. While these pishachas corpses were surprising, they were hardly enough to shock him.
Yet Guts's lack of shock did not mean Serpico felt the same. Compared to the little boy Isidro and the noble young girl Farnese, Serpico was a seasoned warrior who had seen the world, survived the battlefield, and killed fierce men. Thus, he understood all too well what the scene before him signified.
Chapter 550