After crossing over, he has no taboos among the zombies.

Chapter 1370

The demonic hand and the demonic claw collided with a deafening roar.

Black demonic flames and viscous black mist exploded, the shockwaves causing the sea to churn. A wall of waves tens of meters high was instantly erected and then crashed down, the splashing water mixed with fine spatial cracks.

Qin He's demonic body remained motionless, and the force of his demonic palm pressing down grew heavier and heavier.

Dark gold patterns flowed in his palm, and the demonic flames burned the black mist with a sizzling sound. The black mist, which could corrode the soul, was actually refined by the demonic flames little by little.

The crimson light spots on the demonic shadow pulsed violently, clearly not expecting Qin He's demonic energy to be so domineering.

It roared, and the black mist surged, splitting into countless tentacles that wrapped around Qin He's limbs like poisonous vines, trying to lock him in place.

"If that's all you're capable of, then your ability to stay here until now is purely due to luck!"

Qin He snorted coldly, and his demonic flames surged. The tentacles that had been coiling around him broke off at the slightest touch, turning into wisps of black smoke that were then devoured by the demonic flames.

With his other hand, he conjured a demonic blade and slashed out a crescent-shaped black beam, striking directly at the core of the demonic shadow.

Where the black light swept past, a narrow rift was torn open in space, revealing a pitch-black interior filled with an aura of annihilation.

The demonic shadow hurriedly contracted its black mist defense, and the black light struck the black mist, exploding into a sky full of black dust.

But as soon as the black mist was split open, it surged in from all sides to fill the gap, unable to harm the source within.

"Their recovery ability is not bad!" Qin He narrowed his crimson eyes.

He could sense that the core of the demonic shadow contained an indestructible source. As long as this source remained, the black mist could be infinitely reorganized unless a power above the Saint Realm completely eradicated it.

The demonic figure steadied itself, and countless black light blades shot out from the black mist, densely packed and sweeping towards Qin He like a blot out the sky.

The light blade, imbued with the sharpness of the sea's rules, sliced ​​through the air with a shriek wherever it passed.

Qin He's demonic body spun, and demonic flames transformed into protective aura. Most of the light blades that struck it were deflected, and even the few that penetrated only left shallow white marks on his hard demonic body.

"Let's finish it."

Qin He wasted no more time, gathering all his demonic energy into his fists. Dark gold patterns covered his entire body, and his demonic form exuded a suffocating pressure. He took a sudden step forward, causing a huge whirlpool to form in the sea beneath his feet, and simultaneously slammed both fists into the demonic shadow.

The demonic shadow roared and urged all the black mist to condense into a thick black shield.

"Oh!"

He slammed his fists into the black shield, the deafening roar shaking the heavens and earth.

The black shield instantly became covered in cracks, the black mist surged violently, and the crimson light within dimmed considerably.

Qin He seized the opportunity to press on, his demonic fingers forming claws as he grabbed at the core of the demonic shadow.

Fingertips pierced through layers of black mist, touching a cold ball of light—the very essence of the Ghost Ship's master. Just as they were about to crush it, the ball of light suddenly exploded, transforming into countless black particles that merged into the surrounding black mist.

The demonic figure began to disintegrate, but did not completely disappear. Instead, it transformed into a vast expanse of black mist and retreated towards the bottom of the sea.

"True demon of this realm, I will remember you." A hoarse voice came from the black mist, filled with resentment and fear. "Next time we meet, I will surely take your dog's life!"

The black mist quickly sank to the bottom of the sea and disappeared.

Qin He did not pursue. He knew that as long as that wisp of origin remained, this demonic shadow could not be killed. Rashly pursuing it would only lead to endless entanglement.

Just as the demonic shadow retreated, the crimson barrier emitted a crisp sound.

The once indestructible light barrier began to crack, the cracks spreading along the electric arcs across the entire barrier before shattering with a deafening roar, turning into a shower of red dust that dissipated into the air.

The restraints were gone, and the sea breeze blew again, carrying a salty and fishy smell, but this smell was also mixed with a strong stench of blood.

Qin He looked down and saw that the sea below was a mess.

The battle was intense, yet also rapid.

One exchange is enough to know the other's strength.

Both sides were helpless, or rather, unwilling to pay the price of annihilating the other.

The bronze and iron warships had long since shattered, their wreckage floating on the sea, covered with black corrosion marks.

The Long family cultivators were almost completely wiped out; their corpses were either swallowed by the black mist or floating on the sea, long since lifeless.

Only a few young men and women from the Long family huddled together beside the distant reefs, their spiritual light faint yet radiating a tenacious life force, having miraculously survived.

Qin He withdrew his demonic body, his figure rapidly shrinking back to its original form, though his clothes remained tattered and a faint demonic aura lingered around him.

He swayed and landed where Long Qingyun had collapsed.

The withered body still had a faint breath, and although the crimson flames in its eye sockets had been extinguished, a wisp of Saint Realm essence was still stubbornly pulsating in its dantian.

Qin He bent down, grabbed Long Qingyun by the back of his collar, and lifted him up.

This trip was specifically for this old man; he can't just die like this.

After doing all this, he turned to look in the direction of the Black Shield Battle Platform.

Zhou Shan and the other three were still standing there, their eyes filled with shock, and their breathing was a little labored.

They witnessed Qin He transform into a demon god, and saw him crush a half-saint and repel an undead demon shadow. Such scenes were enough for them to remember for a lifetime.

Without saying a word, Qin He picked up Long Qingyun and transformed into a black shadow, speeding away into the distance.

His back was straight and resolute, carrying an air of arrogance that looked down upon the world, as he gradually disappeared into the horizon.

Zhou Shan and the other three remained silent for a long time.

The talisman in Zhao Xiaojia's hand had already fallen to the ground. His face was pale, and his lips trembled as he said, "Brother Wei... he... is actually such a person."

Liu Yu'er held her silver sword at her side, her eyes filled with complex emotions: "No wonder he has always been able to turn danger into safety along the way. It turns out we have been traveling with the Demon God all along."

Zhou Shan gripped the axe tightly, a bitter smile on his face: "I used to think he was just a slightly more powerful Dao Palace Realm cultivator, but now it seems that compared to him, we are like ants before a dragon."

Wu Gou was dead. The remaining four stood on the broken battle platform, gazing in the direction Qin He had gone, their hearts churning with turbulent emotions.

This dangerous sacrificial deception ultimately ended with the destruction of the Dragon Clan and the retreat of the demonic shadow.

They survived only because they met a deeply hidden demon god.

The sea breeze carried a faint smell of blood and dispersed the lingering demonic energy.

The young men and women of the Long family in the distance slowly stood up, looking in the direction Qin He had left, their eyes filled with bewilderment and awe.