The great battle erupted.
Qin He seemed to have fallen into a dead end.
Slaying three Spirit Lords could not possibly leave no aftermath of battle, and the endless Yaksha creatures were also launching a frenzied siege.
With a mere raise of his hand, Qin He could smash the three weakened Spirit Lords to pieces.
Yet every time, they revived again.
After half an hour, the battle gradually shifted from a one-sided bombardment to something they could somewhat withstand.
After an hour, it gradually became evenly matched, with blows traded back and forth.
After two hours, the battle steadily reached a fever pitch. The Blood Sea surged skyward like a sea of chaos.
Qin He continuously searched for flaws within the Blood Sea, and also attempted to pierce it with a full-force strike, but he failed.
This nether land truly deserved to be called the Supernatural Ancestral Land. It had already touched the realm of Laws, forming a world of its own.
This was not the kind of formation found in "small spaces," illusions, or Demon Boundary, but a real world.
Solidified by the power of Laws, breaking it from within was as difficult as climbing to the heavens.
Boom!
With a sweep of Qin He's hand, a massive palm imprint swept through everything.
Once again, he shattered the three Spirit Lords into pieces. Along with them, every Yaksha creature—each now as powerful as a late-stage Divine Bridge Realm cultivator—was blasted into nothingness.
During the brief lull in battle, Qin He settled on a strategy.
The only thing in this world that could defeat one Law was another Law.
He could not hold back out of fear that his opponents would grow stronger with every revival, constantly controlling the intensity of his attacks. He had to cast aside all fear