The instant the fine needle of the Sourcebirth Law pierced the barrier, the crimson flames around the Burning Heaven Lord abruptly stalled.
It was not that his power had run dry, but that the circulation of his laws had been forcibly jammed for an instant.
Like a rapidly spinning gear suddenly stuffed with a pebble, a grating sense of obstruction spread through the pathways of his laws. Even the Flame Dragon Scale above his head trembled faintly, and the glow of its dragon patterns dimmed by half.
"You're courting death!"
Before the Burning Heaven Lord's furious roar had faded, the Burning Heaven Flame around him suddenly surged—not outward, but inward, contracting into countless crimson threads of fire that traced the fine needle's path and lashed back in retaliation.
Qin He had been prepared. His fingertips snapped back, and the fine needle of the Sourcebirth Law instantly shattered into golden-black specks of light and dispersed.
Yet even so, that domineering Burning Heaven Force still wound around his fingertips and climbed up his arm. The meridians beneath his skin were instantly seared with stabbing pain. Black Demonic Energy and golden Merit Golden Light intertwined madly before they barely managed to force that fiery force out of his body.
The scorch marks on his arm had barely appeared before the vitality spawned by the Sourcebirth Law smoothed them away. But Qin He knew clearly that his strike had only seemed to succeed; in truth, it had merely scraped the other man's skin.
The Burning Heaven Lord turned around, the crimson in his eyes growing ever denser. The Heaven-Burning Blaze totem on the hem of his robes seemed to come alive, its flame patterns spreading along the fabric and crawling across every limb and bone of his body.
The air around him had already