Golden Needle Technique!~
In an instant, nine Soul Capturing Needles, fine as ox hairs, darted back and forth through the Supernatural Creature's pupils.
Everything was silent, save for the Supernatural Creature's low growls.
As a creature not of this world, even its voice was ghostly.
Yet when one fell, another remained.
Seeing its companion under attack, the Supernatural Creature's red fur surged wildly. In but a moment, it transformed from a terrifying Supernatural Creature into a blood-colored ball of fur.
Its crimson eyes blazed, bloodlight pouring forth.
Dozens of beams from those eyes shot toward Qin He—demonic, evil, carrying the utmost aura of death, like the bloodshot eyes of a Demon God.
Qin He felt his hairs prickle. The instant they stood on end, he left only an Illusory Shadow behind and vanished.
Pop!
Behind him, a tree as thick as a washbasin exploded outright.
That sound was not an explosion.
It was more like the sound of a depressurized balloon—or a giant soap bubble—bursting.
And it was utterly thorough. The washbasin-thick tree was pulverized in an instant, reduced to a cloud of dust, its original form no longer recognizable.
Even the roots buried underground ceased to exist.
Qin He glanced back and could not help drawing in a sharp breath.
This attack was far too strange. It was not an attack of force, but a rule-bound rending.
What shattered was not the tree, but the space in which the tree existed.
Qin He had felt the tremor of space. In an extremely short span of time, it shattered, then rebuilt itself.
Thus, everything within that space was ground to dust in the process.
Against such powerful and bizarre force, let alone a tree, even magical artifacts and treasures could not withstand it. Even the Chaos Shovel would have to