At the end of the day, Song Qingming had only advanced to the Nascent Soul Late Stage a little over a hundred years ago.
Although his cultivation speed had been fairly swift and he had already reached the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer, with numerous magic treasures and puppets on him, his strength was not weak among Nascent Soul Late Stage Cultivators.
But when it came to divine abilities and combat experience, how could the man before him compare to a Demon Emperor who had cultivated for two thousand years?
"I thought you had some skill, but it seems you are nothing special after all!"
Just as the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor believed he had successfully suppressed his opponent and was about to force Song Qingming into a desperate corner,
a streak of purple light suddenly burst from Song Qingming's body in the middle of the battlefield.
The next instant, spiritual light flashed around the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor, and countless dazzling crimson rays shone upon him.
Wherever the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor looked, there was only a vast expanse of whiteness. Like Song Qingming before him, he was suddenly stripped of both sight and hearing.
He could see nothing and hear nothing.
"This is... spatial movement."
Faced with such a familiar sensation, the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor immediately realized that he had somehow fallen into the trap he had just set for Song Qingming.
Still too astonished to investigate what had happened, he swiftly cast a spell and recalled the countless crimson rays winding around him.
As the spiritual light faded, the scene before and around the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor quickly returned to normal.
Yet Song Qingming, whom he had just suppressed, had already vanished from the air not far away.
Only when the Heavenly Tail Demon Emperor released