The instant Qin He raised his hand, black Demonic Essence surged from the edge of the battle platform like a tide.
Rather than condensing into a shield, it transformed into a layer of flowing black mist. Like waves wrapping around a reef, it enveloped the entire Black Shield Battle Platform.
The suction suddenly faltered.
Zhou Shan's hand, gripping the Mountain-Splitting Axe, abruptly froze, and even the lingering glow on the axe blade flickered.
He could clearly feel that the force trying to tear even his soul from his body had been blocked in large part by that thin layer of black mist. His robes no longer snapped wildly in the wind, and the spiritual power within him stopped leaking away.
Zhao Xiaojia's eyes went wide. The talisman he had just picked up nearly fell again. He opened his mouth but could not speak for a long while, only instinctively edging closer to Qin He. This method was far more formidable than his defensive talismans!
Liu Yuer lowered her silver sword slightly, her eyes filled with shock and suspicion. She had always believed Qin He to be merely at the middle stage of the Dao Palace Realm, yet the Demonic Essence Barrier he had casually formed possessed a purity that even Divine Bridge Realm cultivators might not achieve.
Qin He's gaze was sharp as a blade.
After observing for so long, he had already grasped the truth. Though the Demon Shadow's devouring power appeared terrifying, it was in fact chaotic and disorderly, far inferior to the condensed might of the Sky-Swallowing Demonic Art.
Its Demonic Essence carried an aura of decay and was impure beyond measure. It simply could not compare to his True Demonic Qi, tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements.
"True Demonic Qi..." Demonic Essence silently