"These two defensive treasures were quite extraordinary. They actually managed to withstand this wave of my attacks. With only these two defensive items, you could fight someone in the Integration realm without the slightest danger to your life. However, with such methods alone, you still won't be able to withstand this secret-art attack of mine."
Seeing the power of Qin Fengming's two defensive treasures fully unleashed, even Cui Zhenhai, a Spirit Severing realm cultivator, could not help voicing his admiration.
As soon as he finished speaking, Cui Zhenhai rapidly formed incantation gestures with both hands, and a gray-white mist suddenly appeared.
The mist swept outward, and in merely an instant, it shrouded the area within a thousand zhang.
An aura even colder than before immediately swept Qin Fengming into its midst. Just this frigid aura alone would be extremely difficult for an ordinary Integration stage cultivator without resistance to the cold to withstand. Being frozen on the spot was by no means an empty possibility.
Blue light flickered in his eyes, and Qin Fengming's already solemn expression instantly grew dark and grim. Under the Pure Spirit Divine Eye, he discovered that the place he was in was no longer where he had originally been standing.
Dry, bone-chilling cold enveloped his surroundings. Beneath his feet lay a land covered in ice and snow, while gray-white clouds and mist swirled through the sky. An intensely oppressive aura spread down from within the clouds and mist, making Qin Fengming, shrouded in the freezing cold, suddenly feel a surge of irritation and tightness in his chest.
The clouds and mist in the sky churned violently. Snowflakes the size of palms slowly descended, while waves of icy gale winds howled, sweeping up the snow and ice on the ground until they flashed past like clusters