Although this was their first clash, every technique either side brought out was an extraordinarily powerful secret art. Elder Bai had even unleashed one of his trump-card secret arts, hoping to capture his opponent in one fell swoop.
That attack seemed to have already surpassed what a Nascent Soul cultivator should be capable of.
The black whirlwind's might shocked Qin Fengming to the core. Not only could it absorb the pure Yin energy around it to replenish its own expenditure, but even when facing an enormous energy explosion capable of severely injuring a mid Nascent Soul cultivator, it had not revealed the slightest sign of damage.
Qin Fengming had never encountered such a method before.
Though terror had surged within him, Qin Fengming naturally had no intention of simply surrendering. His figure did not stop and continued retreating rapidly while the tremendous magical power within his body surged forth.
The dense Yin mist enveloping his body suddenly swept madly toward the surroundings.
At the moment the four ancient treasures exploded, it had already expanded to dozens of yards across. Under Qin Fengming's relentless urging, its outward spread accelerated even further.
The Qinglin Sword Light and the four ancient treasures had all been easily blocked by his opponent's secret art, but Qin Fengming still did not panic. His expression darkened, and sharp light flashed in his eyes.
With his hands forming incantations, he spat out a great many spell incantations, which swiftly merged into the dense Yin mist around him.
Under Qin Fengming's full-force urging, the entire mass of Yin mist surged like violently churning seawater. Huge waves more than a dozen yards high immediately rose and rolled fiercely toward the oncoming colossal whirlwind.
"Bang—!" The enormous black whirlwind twisted ceaselessly in midair. Wherever it passed, it seemed almost capable of