After a brief moment of thought, the dense yin mist before him suddenly churned and rolled, retreating hastily to both sides. The withered humanoid figure reappeared before Qin Fengming.
"Ha ha, please forgive me for what happened earlier, Senior. I attacked you out of instinct. Since you have shown yourself, that means you also intend to join forces with me. In that case, let me first show you a thing or two. Still, Senior, you had best be more careful."
The Ghost Lord cultivator fixed his ghostly eyes on Qin Fengming. After a moment, a trace of doubt still flickered in them.
With his mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivation, he could naturally determine the young cultivator's true cultivation. It had absolutely not reached the Nascent Soul stage—of that he was certain. But Qin Fengming kept insisting that, aside from those formidable talismans, he had other means of contending with him. The Ghost Lord cultivator found that hard to believe.
Qin Fengming smiled faintly and did not delay any longer. He raised his right hand and lightly tapped the formation disk at his chest. The vast barrier of the Six Yang Array immediately vanished.
Then he swung his right hand forward again. The Soul Devouring Claw shot out with virtually no time needed for its execution. In a flash, it transformed into a huge, solid black palm and spread toward the withered humanoid figure two hundred zhang away.
Sensing the immense pressure within the huge palm shooting toward him—pressure that made even his own soul tremble slightly—the humanoid skeleton Ghost Lord cultivator could not help revealing a trace of astonishment in his eyes.
With a wave of his hand, a black skull shot out from his grasp. Once it left his hand, it expanded to the size of a house and flew