Qin Fengming's body was as tall and imposing as a demon god. After swinging out three enormous ax shadows, he remained concealed within the dense Ghost Devouring Yin Mist.
At that moment, his resolute face emerged, and an extremely grave look suddenly flashed through his eyes.
In the distance, a mass of red demonic mist appeared. Amid the surging energy, the imitation spirit treasure of the Primordial Demonic Banner, whose spirituality had already been greatly depleted, reappeared before him as energy gathered.
The sharp blades that had been desperately hacking at the Taiyin Sword Diagram in the distance also shot back, hovering before the red demonic mist.
Amid a series of whooshes, several more magic treasures radiating formidable might suddenly flashed into existence.
Looking at the imitation spirit treasure and several powerful treasures hovering in the air, Qin Fengming's heart stirred violently. With a low shout, his internal magical power surged, and he once again swung the enormous ax blade in his hand with tremendous force.
He could now be certain that Ouyang Longhai, no matter how powerful he was, had already reached the end of his strength.
That final ax blade had not killed him outright, but the condensed radiance had still shattered nearly half of his body on the spot.
If he had not forcefully employed some sort of secret technique, that terrifying cold would have been enough to freeze him to death.
Although he had not been completely annihilated, Ouyang Longhai's condition was already extremely poor. Knowing that he was unlikely to survive, he had clearly prepared to fight to the death or perish together with his opponent.
Just as the giant ax in Qin Fengming's hand swung again, sending an immense ax shadow shooting toward the several powerful treasures hovering in the air, the seven treasures