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Qin Fengming now had a clear understanding of the power of the Profound Wind Soaring Heaven Art. As long as he continued studying and cultivating it, the might it displayed would naturally grow even greater.
The Celestial Phoenix's innate divine ability was spatial manipulation. From its name alone, one could tell that the Profound Wind Soaring Heaven Art likewise imitated the Celestial Phoenix's spatial abilities.
And spatial abilities naturally could not be limited to speed. They ought to include attacks as well.
Although Qin Fengming could now sense the power of the Profound Wind Soaring Heaven Art, he had merely glimpsed a tiny scrap of the Celestial Phoenix's spatial abilities—perhaps only a few hairs, without even a sliver of skin.
Yet even those few hairs of the Celestial Phoenix's spatial abilities had filled him with boundless delight.
His delight had barely surfaced before he forcibly suppressed it. A gray-black barrier abruptly appeared, bringing his speeding figure to a sudden halt.
A storm of sharp blades suddenly shot from the gray-black barrier before him, sweeping toward his body to engulf him.
The distance between them had already been extremely short. Qin Fengming, who was using the Profound Wind Soaring Heaven Art, had only just been forced to stop when the gray-black barrier's attack reached him.
Even a Profound Spirit cultivator could hardly claim to be able to evade such an attack.
A rapid series of cracks against flesh suddenly echoed throughout the space enclosed by the enormous gray-black barrier.
A mass of dark yin mist suddenly surged forth, instantly filling the entire space within the enormous gray-black barrier, which spanned over a hundred zhang. A muffled grunt rang out immediately afterward.
"I never imagined your flesh would be so tough. You seem far stronger even than those of my