"Old fossil, trading on your age—although this secret art of yours is indeed extraordinary, it still accomplished nothing before this Qin. With methods like these, you want to force this Qin to surrender? Dream on."
Seeing that the old man had stopped attacking, Qin Fengming grew highly vigilant and spoke coldly.
Although he could use the Silver Spirit Shield to evade and flee at great speed against this secret art, Qin Fengming increasingly sensed that danger lurked within it.
Although he could dart swiftly through this sea of blood, he had deliberately run toward its edge before. What shook him was that no matter what escape speed he used, the sea of blood around him seemed to roll along whenever he moved.
After a fierce struggle, he was now extremely far from the valley where he had initially been.
Yet the sea of blood still surged around Qin Fengming, as though no matter how he flew, it would follow close around him.
The powerful, foul, corrosive force contained in the sea of blood naturally posed little threat to Qin Fengming, who possessed the Spirit Devouring Netherflame. But he knew that this sea of blood was absolutely not a place to remain for long.
Qin Fengming gritted his teeth, a ferocious look flashing across his face. He spread his hand, and three bolts of lightning suddenly flared into existence. One shot toward the old man, while the other two flew toward different directions.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" Three explosions rang out almost simultaneously. Three seas of lightning, each spanning dozens of yards, appeared within the sea of blood.
Amid crackling sounds, enormous arcs of lightning as thick as arms flashed violently. Under the rapid weaving and piercing of the lightning, the viscous sea of blood carrying its bloody corrosive force actually melted