At that moment, although Ouyang Longhai remained cautious, when faced with this once-in-a-millennium opportunity to annihilate his opponent, the decisiveness of an Integration stage cultivator still revealed itself.
At that moment, it could be said that within the Primordial Demonic Banner's shroud, the suffocating demonic qi gathered around Qin Fengming had reached its densest.
Based on his understanding of imitation spirit treasures like the Primordial Demonic Banner, even an early Spirit Severing stage cultivator who suddenly fell beneath the cover of this demonic mist would certainly have his soul sealed and the circulation of his sea of consciousness halted, while his entire body sank into unconsciousness and stupor.
Facing this same-stage cultivator whose name he had never even heard before, Ouyang Longhai was wary, but the opponent had not yet made him so fearful that he dared not strike.
A battle-hardened man like Ouyang Longhai naturally knew how to weigh his options.
Although the magic power within him had been greatly depleted, in the face of such an opportunity, he naturally would not hesitate to strike decisively.
Just as Ouyang Longhai thought this blow would be like his earlier annihilation of those several powerful challengers, what appeared before him instead sent him plunging abruptly into a bottomless icy abyss.
The young cultivator's face had originally been taut, his eyes dull, and not the slightest trace of aura had leaked from his body. Yet just as Ouyang Longhai's claw attack was about to touch him, a hint of mockery suddenly surfaced in those lifeless eyes, while a strange smile appeared across his face.
"Not good!" An alarm rang out from the depths of his heart. Without the slightest hesitation, Ouyang Longhai, whose claws had been striking forward at full speed, abruptly shot sideways through the air.
At the same time, the