The instant his fist struck the divine seal, there was no exploding shockwave, no deafening roar.
Only a silent collapse spread from the point of contact.
The flesh of Qin He's thousand-zhang Demonic Body caved in and crumpled along his right arm. Then his meridians twisted out of place inch by inch, and his demonic bones, hard as divine metal, groaned under the strain.
The True Demonic Power he had driven to its limit, together with the twin reserves of ice and fire Lotus Flame, seemed to have struck an invisible wall that had stood since ancient times.
Every surging force was shoved back into his body.
This was not a suppression of cultivation. It was the crushing weight of law.
The path of his punch, the flow of his power, every way his body exerted force—all were judged "wrong" by the established order of heaven and earth.
What was wrong had to be forcibly set right, then crushed to dust.
A mouthful of scalding blood surged up his throat, but Qin He forced it back down.
Fine cracks spread across the surface of his Demonic Body. Great swaths of its black demonic markings dimmed, and the True Demon manifestation that had towered with such overwhelming force moments ago abruptly lost more than half its vigor.
The void for a thousand li remained frozen.
The High God of the Divine War Department stood where he was, without so much as a sway. The divine seal condensed in his palm was flawless, showing not the slightest wear.
His gaze was calm as he watched Qin He reel from the devastating blow. He did not pursue, as though patiently waiting for a stubborn ant to exhaust its last scrap of strength.
"With a Saint Tier body, you managed to withstand one strike