The White-surnamed Elder was deeply wary of the dozens of sword lights that flashed with astonishing pressure.
To disperse his protective ghost mist in a single strike was something he had never experienced in the hundreds of years he had cultivated and the nearly hundred battles, large and small, he had fought. Even the two late-stage Great Cultivators of the Ghost Lord realm whom he had slain back then had been unable to do anything to his protective ghost mist.
The ghost mist protecting him had been condensed through an extremely powerful secret art. It not only possessed formidable defensive power against others' attacks, but also contained an intense corrosive force capable of easily corroding or even dissolving the opponent's magic treasures and secret arts.
Earlier, when facing Qin Fengming's two five-colored giant palms, the White-surnamed Elder had not taken them seriously. Only when one of the giant palms struck before him did he pay attention, narrowly avoiding being swept by the tremendous might it carried.
With the incantation within his body surging into motion, he finally neutralized the two attacks—attacks that would have made even the White-surnamed Elder's heart tremble.
The White-surnamed Elder had originally thought that the opponent's secret art was limited to those five-colored giant palms whose might was so astonishing. He had never imagined that the other party would suddenly unleash dozens of sword lights in an instant. Although each was slightly weaker than the giant palms, their sheer number was astounding.
At first sight, a trace of mockery could not help appearing at the corner of the White-surnamed Elder's mouth. But before that smile had fully surfaced, the dozens of sword lights had already shot into the protective ghostly energy.
In merely an instant, the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, which had always stopped everything in its