Leng Sha had not been unwilling to use his swift movement technique to evade, but beneath the shroud of the enormous mountain peak, he found himself firmly stuck beneath it by a strange aura. Although the magic power within his body could still be fully controlled, moving his body had already become exceedingly difficult.
The divine hall was neither a Chaos spirit treasure nor a Vast Desolation Profound Treasure. It was merely a sect treasure of the Jiao Clan, jointly refined by several Mahayana Artifact Refining Masters.
Although it could be summoned to attack an enemy, it was still vastly different from a true Chaos spirit treasure.
If Qin Fengming were using this treasure to attack a Spirit Severing realm cultivator, he could only use the divine hall as a powerful defensive treasure. Even if the opponent's magic treasure struck the divine hall, it absolutely would not be swallowed by it.
That was because the divine sense of a Spirit Severing cultivator was too powerful for the divine hall to block.
Moreover, this treasure had only one means of attack: relying on its own toughness and overwhelming gravity to crush the opponent directly.
Leng Sha was currently beneath the enormous, weighty mountain body. He was as if fused with the giant mountain, being pressed rapidly toward the ground beneath him.
Even if he unleashed the powerful strength of his physical body, he still found it difficult to hinder the falling momentum of the towering peak in the slightest.
Once he fell to the ground, only one fate awaited him: being squeezed into a bloody patty by the enormous mountain. No matter how formidable his physical strength was, he could not withstand the crushing force of that massive peak.
Faced with such a perilous situation, a vicious look suddenly surged across