Fan Shun didn't understand the Zhou Yan - True Scripture, but he could sense things through the branches. He realized Jin He still had the power to resist, as the branches kept getting crushed. He immediately created more giant trees to coil around Jin He, endless in number.
One giant tree after another was crushed, and one giant tree after another sprang from the ground. It was a battle of attrition; whoever couldn't hold out would lose.
In the eyes of Bu Kong and the other Sixth Continent cultivators, this was a battle of attrition. They thought Fan Shun still had the upper hand. But only those who understood the Hometown of Gods and the Zhou Yan - True Scripture knew that Jin He was suffering no real loss. The longer this went on, the more miserably Fan Shun would lose.
One hour, two hours, three hours.
Sweat dripped from Fan Shun's forehead as he kept creating branches, trying to bind Jin He, but it was still useless.
Beneath the ground, Jin He sat quietly. Any branch that entered the ripples around him was crushed.
At last, half a day passed. Fan Shun stopped and panted heavily. Even though he was using his innate ability, he still had to fuel it with star energy, and he had spent a great deal.
In front of the light curtain, countless people watched the ground below.
Jin He rose into the air.
Countless people in the Fifth Continent cheered.
Meanwhile, the Upper Realm was utterly silent. The Sixth Continent cultivators stared at Jin He as if he were a monster. How could this guy have withstood the Domain Heir of the Fan Domain's attacks for so long without a scratch?
Jin He looked up at Fan Shun. "It's over." As he spoke, a