The Winged Race—although Qin Fengming had heard quite a bit about them before, he had never personally experienced what they were truly like. This time, facing a member of the Winged Race in soul-essence form, his fighting spirit had already surged.
A soul-essence body did not reveal its true cultivation realm.
It could only be considered a manifestation of the divine soul realm. No matter how powerful it was, it was difficult for it to compare with the abilities displayed by its true body.
Because this was not the God Slaying Domain. Although a strange barrier enveloped the area, the surroundings were still filled with energy, including pure Heaven and Earth Origin Energy. Qin Fengming could draw upon vast Heaven and Earth Origin Energy to empower his attacks, whereas a soul-essence cultivator could only rely on his own divine soul energy to attack.
With this advantage, as long as a cultivator could withstand the opponent's attacks and hold him at bay, victory would be without suspense.
And when Qin Fengming dealt with a soul essence, he could do more than merely hold his opponent at bay. Killing it outright was not particularly difficult for him either.
Within the God Slaying Domain, he had even been able to leave the extraterrestrial devil at his wit's end. That had not been achieved through luck.
"Overestimating yourself. I will make you fall here and become a morsel for this old man's meal." With a cold snort, a terrifying fluctuation suddenly surged from the figure atop the floating cauldron.
As that fluctuation erupted, the sound of hissing suddenly appeared all around Qin Fengming.
One azure blade after another, each about a foot long and wrapped in clusters of azure luminescence, came cleaving down toward Qin Fengming's entire body like a heaven-covering tide.
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