Just like how it was instinct for birds to take to the skies and for fish to breathe underwater, the attack unleashed by Qin Ye had also been born from pure, irrepressible instinct.

His fury had exceeded a certain threshold, and his mind was entirely dominated by the urge to kill the being standing before him. As a result, his body acted on its own, perfectly executing his desire, filling it with pure, unadulterated power.

Qin Ye's body was like a blinding white beacon that rose up into the dark sky, piercing directly toward the giant eyeball up above. The surrounding gusts of Yin wind followed closely along behind him in his ascent, enveloping his body to create a juxtaposition between black and white, making it appear as if his spear were piercing through Yin and Yang at once.

This spear strike was already no less powerful than the one Zhao Yun had unleashed to tame Arthis.

It was an attack that he had poured all of his emotions into, and it exceeded the upper limit of his power. At the same time, the three divine artifacts in Hell began to glow with dazzling light in unison.

Above the Nine Yin Pavilion, King Yanluo's Seal, the Book of Life and Death, and the Judgment Pen released a burst of buzzing at the same time, then shot forth like bolts of white lightning toward...