Five-colored rays of light blazed across the scene, and a vast surge of energy erupted. In an instant, a huge barrier enveloped the surroundings.
The towering Spirit Body, still astonished that Qin Fengming had escaped from the attacks of the light hands, did not flee when the five-colored barrier suddenly appeared. Instead, a trace of surprise surfaced on his face as he looked around. There was no sign of panic in his expression.
As the Spirit Body of a Mahayana expert, he naturally did not believe that a formation a Integration stage cultivator had activated in an instant could pose much of a threat to him.
Seeing the towering Spirit Body trapped inside the small bowl formation, Qin Fengming's vanished figure reappeared before the Spirit Body amid a surge of energy. A fierce, resentful roar immediately rang out within the enormous barrier.
At that moment, Qin Fengming's face was still deathly pale, but his gaze was extraordinarily resolute. Bloodstains covered almost his entire body, yet he stood tall and straight, showing no sign of being unable to endure his grievous injuries.
"You're truly crafty, junior. So everything you showed earlier was merely an act, all to activate this formation, I presume. But do you really think a mere formation can trap me?" The towering Spirit Body swept his gaze over the surrounding formation. His expression darkened, and he spoke with a cold snort, his tone slightly icy.
Although the formation before him displayed extraordinary power, it truly had not caught his eye.
"Old bastard, whether this formation can kill you or not, we'll only know after trying."
His voice cold and his gaze savage, Qin Fengming stared at the towering Spirit Body before him. The fear he had felt earlier had completely vanished.
Qin Fengming's actions earlier had been perilous