Although Qin Fengming had seemed to gain some advantage in the fight just now, that was merely an appearance.
That was because he had only relied on the restraining effect of his cultivation arts and secret techniques. Though he appeared to have easily broken through the other party's attacks, none of his own attacks—including the Divine Emperor Seal—had posed any real threat to Old Monster Miaoxie.
Of course, if he brought out the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, a dozen or so magic treasures, or activated the Dharma Body of the Chiyou True Demon Art, any of those could pose a considerable threat to Old Monster Miaoxie.
However, he could not be sure whether Old Monster Miaoxie would see through the fact that he was not a member of the Winged Race.
If they had been in an uninhabited place, he could have directly used his thunderous methods to kill the other party. But in this crowded place, where countless eyes were watching, he was unwilling to take the risk.
Summoning Dai Qin would naturally allow him to deal with the formidable Old Monster Miaoxie.
"Senior's methods are truly extraordinary. You actually managed to fight Old Monster Miaoxie alone without falling behind. If I had not witnessed it myself, I truly would have found it difficult to imagine that Senior was powerful to such a degree."
As Qin Fengming flew away from the battlefield, stopped, and turned to look into the dense black mist, Wu Wenzhong had already flashed to his side. With a trace of strange emotion flickering in his eyes as he looked at Qin Fengming, he bowed and spoke with utmost respect.
With the insight of Wu Wenzhong and the other Integration stage cultivators, how could they have failed to see that, although both sides had attacked and defended