With the disappearance of the enormous skull, the two huge, heavy, solidified palms Qin Fengming had conjured also grew faint. They had only charged several dozen feet into the dense ghost mist before dispersing.
Seeing those two pitch-black skulls, Qin Fengming was also startled. So the secret art the other party had refined was actually based on a genuine skull.
At the thought that the other party had refined a secret art using the skulls of slain cultivators, Qin Fengming could not help feeling a chill run down his back. Demonic cultivators truly were cruel and bloodthirsty to the extreme.
Although he also cultivated ghost-path techniques, he had never once thought of refining some sinister secret art.
"Ah, brat, don't celebrate too soon. This old man doesn't believe you could have many of those powerful talismans on you. Without those talismans attacking first, relying on your own strength, you can forget about blocking the secret-art attacks of the two of us."
Based on the insight of two Nascent Soul cultivators, they were also greatly alarmed by the power of the dozens of talismans Qin Fengming had unleashed. If those dozens of talismans had been coming at them, whether they could have completely withstood them would have been anyone's guess.
"Whether this young master still has those powerful talismans, you two old ghosts can find out by trying. Let's see whether your magical power runs out first, or this young master's talismans..."
Just as Qin Fengming and the two Skull Valley Nascent Soul cultivators were trading barbs, a sudden, ominous feeling appeared in his mind. Qin Fengming had experienced this feeling before. It was a warning that something abnormal was about to happen.
Qin Fengming had hovered at the brink of death many times, so he was exceptionally wary of this