After the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the thick, roiling Yin Mist suddenly shrank rapidly, then vanished completely.
Two figures reappeared amid the empty mountain range.
At that moment, Qin Fengming wore a calm expression and a faint smile. Looking at the Burly Man standing opposite him, whose body bore no injuries whatsoever, he did not speak first.
Although nothing unusual could be seen on the Burly Man's rugged face, his heart was anything but calm.
While inside the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist, its corrosive effect had not posed much of a threat to him. However, Qin Fengming's full-power use of the Pure Spirit Sword Art had still caused Bai Chong to be greatly alarmed.
Sensing hundreds of sword beams appearing one after another, each no weaker than the full-power strike of a peak late Integration stage cultivator, he felt as though he were being besieged by dozens of late Integration stage, or even peak, cultivators.
In the face of such attacks, Bai Chong, ranked sixty-third on the Earth Ranking, could of course handle them.
But at this moment, he found it difficult to do so. He had already made himself clear earlier: he was relying on his powerful treasure, the Diamond Thorn, to defend without attacking.
If he used any other means, it would immediately count as his admission of defeat.
Helpless, Bai Chong could only circulate the magic power within his body with all his strength, desperately pouring it into this extraordinarily powerful defensive treasure that combined offense and defense, hoping to hold out for the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
But his hopes soon fell through. In this arena, where there was no Heaven and Earth Origin Energy to replenish them, relying solely on his own magic power