The two sides collided in an instant. Black radiance erupted, and the cries of ghosts and howls of wolves rang through heaven and earth. Streaks of frigid black light flashed into being, while an immense energy shockwave burst out within a radius of several hundred feet and rapidly spread in every direction.
Thousands upon thousands of Yin souls and ghostly beings formed countless waves of combinations. Under their combined unleashing of bizarre attacks, they actually blasted the surrounding Ghost Devouring Yin Mist back again and again, gaining a tremendous upper hand for the moment.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming narrowed his eyes slightly, but not the slightest trace of worry appeared on his face. Instead, his magical power surged rapidly within him, transforming into even more vast Yin Mist that roared outward and spread over those Yin souls.
In this attack, Qin Fengming could be said to have held nothing back. In barely a moment, he had expended more than half the magical power within his body.
If it had been any other cultivator, they would never have done such a thing.
When facing a powerful enemy, exhausting one's own magical power was no different from seeking death.
But this had no effect on Qin Fengming at all. With a flip of his hand, a verdant gourd appeared in his palm. He opened the lid, and a drop of multicolored liquid fell into his mouth.
Sensing the magical power within his body rapidly increasing from a scant amount, a trace of a smile appeared on his youthful face.
Naturally, what he was doing was not without reason. Facing those Yin souls and ghostly beings, if he wished to annihilate them, he could kill them all in an instant simply by unleashing the Spirit Devouring Netherflame or the Qinglin Sword Light.
But