Although Qin Fengming did not know what the gray glow-wrapped spear blade was made from on the old man's body, he understood in his heart that ordinary magic treasures would absolutely be unable to withstand this terrifying attack.
Even the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword and the Four Symbols Sword would likely be unable to accomplish anything beneath this gray-glow attack.
Without the slightest hesitation, he sacrificed the Divine Hall in his hand.
Within this spatial rift, and now far from the Winged Race's entrance, Qin Fengming was certain that even if the other party recognized the Divine Hall, he still had a seventy-to-eighty percent chance of capturing and killing him here.
This was not to say that he possessed enough strength to completely suppress the old man. Rather, Qin Fengming had already become certain that after a full day of flying at top speed, even if energy remained in the old man's spiritual sea, it had already been greatly depleted.
As long as he entangled the other party and fought him with powerful methods, the opponent's soul energy would eventually be exhausted. By then, he could easily kill him without even needing to act himself.
Qin Fengming naturally knew how powerful the Divine Hall was. It was something capable of contending with a true Chaos spirit treasure.
However, Qin Fengming could not drive all of its might and could only use it as a defensive object.
But even as a defensive treasure, it was absolutely not something a peak Spirit Severing stage cultivator could break through.
When the Divine Hall was activated and revealed that terrifying scene, even Qin Fengming could not help being startled in his heart, his expression instantly turning incredulous.
He knew that the Divine Hall was powerful, but he could not fully drive its might.