"Up ahead is the wind eye of Black Crow Mountain. Senior, be careful—the Gale Wind there carries Wind Law and can slice through spiritual energy barriers."
No sooner had Long Qingyao's voice fallen than a gust of black wind suddenly rose ahead. Wind blades, sharp as knives, each carried azure-gold streams of law light as they hacked densely toward the barrier.
Qin He snorted coldly. Demonic Essence gathered in his palm, forming a demonic shield covered in dark-gold patterns.
As the shield spun, a force of devouring erupted. The law-bearing Gale Wind struck the demonic shield and was instantly swallowed clean, without even stirring a ripple.
Long Mingyuan's heart jolted.
He had once ventured through Black Crow Mountain. The Gale Wind at that wind eye could tear apart even the defenses of the Other Shore Realm, yet Qin He had dissolved it so effortlessly. Such strength was truly terrifying.
And not merely terrifying, but the kind that defied comprehension—utterly inconceivable.
After passing through Black Crow Mountain, Qin He did not slow down in the slightest.
They occasionally encountered patrols from the Divine Punishment Department along the way, but before the other side could react, his figure had already vanished beyond the horizon, leaving behind not even a trace of demonic aura.
That said, the Divine Court truly had a knack for hunting people down.
Their reactions were swift, and their net was cast with terrifying precision. It was obvious they had closed in from all sides again.
If he had not escaped quickly every time, he would have had to fight them head-on sooner or later. Whether he could get away then would be hard to say.
To Qin He, the High God's avatar was a sharp sword hanging above his head, capable of falling at any moment.
Yet the