The two young women, who had prepared themselves for defense, stood in the distance and stared at the other demon corpse for a long while, yet saw nothing unusual happen.
Lan Xue'er's expression turned solemn. She waved her jade hand, and a sharp blade flashing with tremendous power shot toward the demon.
"Crack." With a single strike, it blasted a huge gash into the demon's abdomen.
The fallen demon corpse showed no reaction at all after taking the blow. Acting cautiously, Lan Xue'er repeatedly drove the giant blade until she had hacked the demon's body into eight pieces before withdrawing her magic treasure.
"There's no remnant soul inside this demon corpse. It seems only the soul that attacked Elder Brother Qin was present." Seeing that the corpse had been destroyed to such an extent without any soul appearing, the two women immediately relaxed.
Even if there really had been a soul inside, after Lan Xue'er had hacked it thirty or forty times, it would certainly have been scattered beyond recovery.
After withdrawing the giant blade, the two looked toward Qin Fengming again. Although they were certain no danger would arise, concern still made their expressions extremely grave. Even the usually giggling little girl could not help clenching her small hands.
On the surface, Qin Fengming looked as if he were standing in his sleep. His eyes were slightly closed, and his entire body remained utterly motionless. Aside from the occasional twitch of his facial muscles, there was no sign that anything was amiss.
At that moment, Lan Xue'er and Bing'er did not dare casually send him a voice transmission or contact him with their divine senses. Without even thinking about it, they knew that although the young cultivator before them showed no outward abnormality, a brutal battle was certainly raging