The power of Law's artistic conception was a terrifying force that, above the Spirit Realm, only Mahayana cultivators could possibly manipulate and wield to some slight degree. Qin Fengming's heart tightened when he suddenly heard Ancestor Jin Yang say this.
If his opponent could truly unleash the power of a formation, then he and Hong Tian would have no choice but to surrender themselves.
Earlier, when Blood Fiend Nether Frog had battled Miao Lin, he had already lost all ability to resist beneath the sweep of that terrifying artistic conception.
Although his soul realm was extremely high, he was still incredibly far from being able to manipulate the power of laws to even the slightest degree. No wonder the aura emitted by those scarlet flames had been so terrifying. They had easily pierced through the divine palace's fluorescent defenses and invaded his body. It turned out that they contained the power of an artistic conception of Fire.
Qin Fengming's heart tightened. He rapidly circulated the magic power within his body and poured it into the divine palace with all his strength.
He had never encountered the actual offensive power of flames containing the artistic conception of Fire Law. Under the tension in his heart, he could only place his hopes in the divine palace.
However, he clearly sensed that the Fire Law artistic conception Jin Yang had mentioned had not affected the circulation of her own magic power and soul energy. Presumably, the power of her laws was focused on that terrifying corrosive force capable of ignoring defenses.
Scarlet flames filled the sky. Along with Jin Yang's words, they suddenly spread across the heavens and earth, enveloping the space before Qin Fengming.
In an instant, the flames filled the heavens and swept through the earth. Around him, aside from the