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Just as Qin Fengming's figure was stopped by an invisible colossal force and he was about to directly cast out the small bowl in his hand, he suddenly withdrew his rapidly raised palm.
The old man surnamed Wei in the distance, who had cast out the imitation spirit treasure, now wore a slightly savage expression. Under his control, the powerful ghost and banner rapidly retracted. Meanwhile, the middle-aged man surnamed Bao, who had just vomited blood, had also moved to a spot about a zhang behind the old man surnamed Wei.
The old man surnamed Wei stood where he was, his body surrounded by a layer of eerie mist. A mass of grayish-white mist revolved above his head.
Looking closely, one could see that the mass of grayish-white mist had actually formed a huge Eight Trigrams diagram.
As the mist revolved, the vast, strange yin energy within nearly a hundred miles was drawn into motion. As if receiving orders, it rapidly converged toward Qin Fengming.
The situation around them was extremely bizarre, but Qin Fengming suddenly understood. Although the scene had been triggered by some secret art or divine ability of the old man surnamed Wei, it was clearly extremely strenuous for him in his current state. Moreover, once he cast it, he would find it difficult to move or use any other means to attack his enemy.
Since he had noticed this, Qin Fengming naturally did not need to cast out the small bowl at this time.
"Brat, now you can taste the might of my Sha Yin Feng Tian Divine Ability."
A furious shout rang out. A terrifying, chaotic yin energy suddenly poured in from all directions toward Qin Fengming's body like the Milky Way cascading down from the heavens.
The terrifying Heaven and Earth energy