"Surviving through desperation—he hadn't gone mad. He understood perfectly well!" the barefoot brawny man said at once.
"We must stop him!" The Saint King in white transformed into a rainbow streak and chased after Qin He.
The barefoot brawny man followed close behind, his bare feet stepping across the void. Each step left behind a golden imprint of laws, the imprints linking into chains as they attempted to seal off Qin He's retreat.
A fist shadow condensed in his palm, the Order Law coiling around his knuckles with a sizzling shriek that tore through the air. Its momentum was even greater than before.
Sensing the fierce wind behind him, Qin He did not flee blindly. Instead, his gaze sharpened, and the Gold-Black Law around him abruptly reversed. His escaping light came to a sudden halt as he actually turned to face the two great Saints.
They had clung to him like dog-skin plasters, impossible to shake off. But now the situation had reversed—they wanted to forcibly keep him here.
Then I can forcibly kill them too.
If I can't kill them, seriously wounding them will do. Then I won't even need to return to Blackwind Abyss.
The situation changed in an instant.
"Bang!"
The barefoot brawny man's fist struck first, its golden fist shadow carrying tyrannical Power of Order. Yet it was forcibly blocked by Qin He's already-prepared Gold-Black Law shield.
After the thunderous impact, Qin He did not move an inch. Instead, the barefoot brawny man was jolted several steps back, his palm numb as a flicker of astonishment crossed his eyes.
Seizing the opportunity, the Saint King in white flashed to Qin He's side. A blade of Saint Dao light condensed in his palm, Saint Runes flowing across its surface. Carrying the might to purify all demonic evil,