The demonic palm and demonic hand collided with a thunderous crash.
Black Demonic Flame and viscous black mist exploded outward. The shockwave churned the sea, raising walls of waves dozens of zhang high before they crashed down heavily. Fine spatial cracks mingled with the spray.
Qin He's Demonic Body remained utterly unmoved, while the force pressing down from his demonic palm grew heavier and heavier.
Dark-gold patterns flowed across his palm, and the Demonic Flame burned the black mist with a sizzling hiss. The black mist that could corrode divine souls was actually refined away bit by bit by the Demonic Flame.
The scarlet points of light in the demonic shadow flickered violently. It clearly had not expected Qin He's Demonic Essence to be so domineering.
It let out a shriek, and countless tendrils split from the surging black mist, winding around Qin He's limbs like poisonous vines in an attempt to lock down his movements.
"If this is all you can do, then the only reason you've squatted here until now is pure luck!"
Qin He snorted coldly. The Demonic Flame around him surged, and the incoming tendrils snapped upon contact, turning into wisps of black smoke that the flames devoured.
His other hand condensed a demonic blade, slashing out a crescent-shaped arc of Black Radiance straight at the demonic shadow's core.
Wherever the Black Radiance passed, space was torn open into a long, narrow rift. Within lay utter darkness, exuding an aura of annihilation.
The demonic shadow hurriedly contracted its black mist into a defense. The Black Radiance struck the mist, blasting black fragments across the sky.
Yet as soon as the black mist was cleaved apart, more surged in from every direction to fill the gap. It could not harm the source within at all.
"Your recovery