Though he knew the Lightning Talismans could not inflict much damage on the old man, Qin Fengming continued to cast them, using up more than a hundred. Naturally, he had a deeper purpose behind this.
At that moment, he was only a Core Nascent Soul existence, and his own strength had already been greatly reduced. If he truly had to fight, being able to display sixty to seventy percent of his true body's strength would already count as quite good.
With such strength, facing someone possessed by an extraterrestrial demon whose cultivation realm was a major level higher than that of his true body, it was utterly unrealistic for Qin Fengming to claim that he had absolute confidence in victory.
Although the Silver Sheath Worms were extraordinary, the old man seemed not to have taken them seriously at all, which greatly shocked Qin Fengming. The Silver Sheath Worms were undoubtedly his greatest reliance in coming down here. If even they could not kill the old man before him, he had no idea whether any of his other methods could accomplish anything.
However, he could be certain that the possessed old man's magic power was different from that of other cultivators. Although it could be converted, it would certainly take time.
After such massive expenditure, it was certain that the other party could not promptly restore his own magic power.
As long as he massively depleted the old man's magic power and prevented him from using powerful secret arts, Qin Fengming's Core Nascent Soul would have a two-in-ten chance of victory.
Seeing that the other party was still casting those blue blades to attack, Qin Fengming, now without talismans, naturally had nothing to fear. Yet his face revealed an expression of alarm.
His hands danced, and streaks of Qinglin Sword Light