Zhang Huanyun's gaze fell on Yin Hongye. "Marshal Yin."
"When you killed that emperor with scythe-like hands, how did you stop the Abyssal energy? I'd like to understand that in more detail. How did you do it?"
"That's simple. Once you have a Spiritual Domain, you're like the master of a little world. You can forcibly stop it with your own strength," Yin Hongye explained casually. "As long as you can win, it's not that difficult."
At that answer, the tent instantly fell silent.
Blood Two, Blood Three, Blood Eight, and the others exchanged glances, helplessness showing on their faces. It wasn't as though they had never heard of a Spiritual Domain, but to actually develop one, they needed the strength to back it up.
Of the nine people present, everyone except Cao Dezhi fell a little short.
Reaching the spiritual domain realm wasn't much of a problem.
But they could still imagine the enormous drain of maintaining a Spiritual Domain to seal an Abyssal emperor's planar seed.
They had to admit that Yin Hongye had shown remarkable persistence in killing his opponent.
They had heard that, back when he was an assassin, he had once spent seven days and seven nights killing someone. There hadn't been any other complication-the gap in strength had simply been too large, starting at a difference of three soul rings.
He had stubbornly fought until his opponent was utterly exhausted before finally ending the battle.
Actually, Yin Hongye hadn't wanted to do that either. Weak targets meant high bounties and low risks, and he couldn't get those jobs early on.
That was why Yin Hongye had kept resorting to one hellish tactic after another.
Normal people needed rest, but after Yin Hongye resurrected, his negative buffs were cleared. The moment he revived, he would