"Thank you, Fellow Daoist Qin. If you hadn't acted in time, whether we could have broken through the area just now would have been anyone's guess."
The place where everyone had stopped was shrouded in gray-white light. At its edge, there seemed to be an invisible barrier separating Blade Valley completely from this region.
After landing in an open area and turning to look back along the road they had come, even Tang Furen was secretly shaken. He cupped a fist toward Qin Fengming, whose lips were still stained with a thread of blood, and spoke with gratitude and admiration showing on his face.
His words had come straight from the heart.
Although they had been only a hundred-odd yards from the exit, the razor-sharp attacks they had faced had already reached a terrifying level. Even Tang Furen had been left trembling inwardly before such horrifying assaults.
It was precisely Qin Fengming's detonation, without the slightest hesitation, of more than a dozen magic treasures that had neutralized the fiercest blade attacks.
Being able to offer up more than a dozen magic treasures at once and detonate them was something even Tang Furen could not say he was capable of.
With his abilities, he had naturally seen that every one of those magic treasures possessed formidable power. Being able to produce so many treasures and detonate them without hesitation was not something an ordinary cultivator could do.
Moreover, cultivators all needed to imprint their own spiritual-soul marks upon the magic treasures they refined. Although those treasures were not their life-bound treasures, detonating so many treasures bearing their own marks would still cause tremendous harm to their minds.
If anything went wrong, their minds could be damaged; they might even suffer severe injuries. The young man before them had risked everything to