"That strand of silk from Fellow Cultivator Ouyang is indeed quite useful to this Qin. Since Fellow Cultivator Kang Kai has generously given it to me, how could this Qin refuse? I have already taken care of it for you."
The Ghost Devouring Yin Mist receded, revealing Qin Fengming's figure. The solemn expression that had covered his face moments ago was gone, replaced by a smile. He even let out a chuckle as he spoke.
His tone was relaxed at this moment, but the true situation was nothing like what he showed.
When faced with the strand of ice-attribute silk spat out by the Seven-Colored Mystic Silkworm, Qin Fengming had cast Qinglin Sword Light to chop at it, only for it to be easily broken through. His heart had tightened, and a sudden chill had risen along his back.
The blue-glowing strand of silk was even more powerful than he had anticipated, leaving him at a loss for how to respond for a time.
With his experience, he could naturally tell that the silk was capable of sealing the radiance of a magic treasure. Although it would not be enough to destroy the powerful magic treasures on his body, even if he brought out a replica spirit treasure, it was hard to say whether he could break through the silk's attack.
After thinking rapidly, he suddenly remembered the Zhenli Ice Flame within the Spirit Devouring Netherflame.
After more than a hundred years of refinement, the Zhenli Ice Flame had shrunk slightly once more, but Qin Fengming had already removed some of the impurities contained within it.
The terror of the Zhenli Ice Flame was such that even a Mahayana cultivator would never dare touch it directly. Although Qin Fengming's ice flame contained impurities, the might it held was still absolutely