The scorching heat in the void had yet to dissipate, and the Sourcebirth Law around Qin He still trembled faintly.
The residual warmth of the Ultimate Dao Defense Talisman gradually faded. The searing pain in his chest clung to his bones like maggots, and every breath tugged at the cracks in his meridians.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Lotus Flame reignited in his palm, but the thread of crimson Burning Heaven Force within the red-blue flames seemed especially restless now.
He did not dare pause. The Sourcebirth Law spread along the void's patterns, its gold-black glimmers unfurling like a spiderweb as they quietly coiled around the fiery barrier surrounding Burning Heaven Lord.
The True Demon Law lay hidden beneath those patterns like a venomous snake lying in wait, ready to devour the other man's fire energy at the first opportunity.
Burning Heaven Lord stood where he was, the Flame Dragon Scale on his chest faintly heating up.
The expenditure of Dragon-Scale Origin Strike had far exceeded expectations. The Burning Heaven Law within him ran sluggishly, and even the golden flames around him had dimmed somewhat.
Yet the fury in his eyes burned more fiercely than ever.
"Late Other Shore Realm..." he murmured, his voice trembling with disbelief. "You truly are only at the Late Other Shore Realm?"
At first, he had been certain that Qin He had concealed his cultivation—that he was some reclusive old monster in disguise, deliberately toying with him.
After all, Saint Tier and the Other Shore Realm were separated by a heavenly chasm. It was a gulf at the level of laws, the difference between mortals and gods.
Yet during that fatal strike just now, the aura erupting from Qin He had never broken through the shackles