Might

The power of this finger strike was not great, but it was extraordinarily condensed. The Laws it contained were also highly targeted, causing An Meng's body to begin continuously disintegrating in an instant.

The process was like ice and snow rapidly melting beneath sunlight. The sunlight was not intense, yet the ice and snow kept dissolving away. However, Qin Hao's process was incredibly swift; everything was completed in but an instant.

He had already seen An Meng's methods. They could be called bizarre and peculiar, but in the end, they were merely weakened versions of a World Beast King's methods.

The Laws and profundities they truly contained were extremely limited, no longer able to stir even the slightest interest in Qin Hao.

In the end, even his desperate methods merely involved burning the life, potential, and divine power of the many puppets he had gathered to obtain greater strength.

His so-called power and might had merely been pieced together. It was like a magnificent castle assembled from all kinds of building blocks—spectacular, dazzling, and grand in appearance.

Yet fundamentally, it was exceptionally fragile. With the slightest touch, the castle would become extremely unstable; with a little force, it would collapse outright.

Qin Hao's finger strike had been exactly like that. Using only a trace of the Law of Strength, he directly shook the unstable elements within An Meng's body. In an instant, that immense power of his rapidly melted away like ice and snow, blooming like fireworks before swiftly dissipating.

An Meng sensed the condition of his body and desperately mobilized all his divine power, wanting to repair his damaged body. Yet at this moment, whether it was his divine power, Laws, body, or even soul, everything seemed to have been completely restrained.

The power throughout his body could not