The astonishingly mighty Giant Foot had been broken so easily that even Qin Fengming, the one involved, found it unbelievable. He stood there, his expression going blank despite himself.
He had personally experienced how terrifying that Giant Foot was. If not for his body's toughness, which rivaled that of a Demon Cultivator, the tremendous pressure would have crushed his body long ago.
If it had been any other cultivator—even a mid Integration stage cultivator—then unless they practiced body refinement, once locked down by that Giant Foot secret art, they would have found it exceedingly difficult to escape the danger of death.
For such a mighty secret art to be broken so easily had truly exceeded his expectations.
"Damn it! This junior's physical body is actually so tough. Even compared with a devil king's body-refining practitioner, he is not inferior in the slightest. He actually endured the tremendous pressure of this old man's Mountain Stomping Foot secret art. But junior, don't celebrate yet. In the next moment, I'll have you die at this old man's hands."
A grim voice brimming with fury rang out across the scene at the same time as the Giant Foot shattered.
Qin Fengming's astonishment lasted only an instant. By the time the handsome young man finished speaking, he had already warily swept his gaze toward the vast black mist surging into the air.
The black mist roiled violently, rapidly tumbling outward in all directions. Almost in an instant, it enveloped an area two or three hundred zhang across.
The vast mist formed from the Giant Foot had lost its crushing force, but an icy chill suddenly emerged. Qin Fengming felt that the two casts of the Treasure-Refining Ghost Formula he had released, wrapped in an extremely frigid aura, had traveled only a few zhang before being