Battle of Divine Souls, Power of Time

Qin Yi had truly spent fifty years fighting the Yang Soul.

He had cultivated for two months in the Veil of Time Illusion Space. At a time flow ratio of one to three hundred, it really had been roughly fifty years. Because the wild nature of the Demon Clan Earth Veins needed an outlet, aside from doing that with Cheng Cheng, he had spent nearly all his time fighting Liusu.

Though he had always been hammered flat onto the ground, his eyes spinning in miserable circles, and then ridden...

Still, he had become extremely familiar with the combat patterns of Yang Soul bodies. Even those without form might not have been as familiar with clashes between Yang Souls as Qin Yi was. After all, once people reached this level, they rarely fought at all, and fights in Yang Soul form were rarer still.

No matter how solid a soul body looked, physical attacks did not truly affect it. It was something insubstantial. To explain it in more modern terms, it was some kind of wavelength merely displayed for one to see; that did not mean ordinary physical means could affect it. Liusu might seem able to trade punches and kicks with Qin Yi, but the two of them were really just play-fighting with kitty paws.

When it came to a real attack, Qin Yi might appear to swing his club, but what it truly contained was the power of his soul. Its actual mode of attack was akin to disrupting or scattering wavelengths. So-called soul arts were roughly about using different wavelengths to affect the opponent and produce different effects.

Bangbang's waves were larger than Qin Yi's, yeah, so he could not beat her.

Of course, soul clashes could not be explained entirely like that. There was merely a degree