Before him lay a place shrouded in white mist. The mist filling his vision seemed to float like water vapor.
When he released his divine sense, Qin Fengming was startled to find that he could probe only a dozen or so zhang before the dense mist blocked him.
Sensing the terrifyingly icy mist billowing around him, Qin Fengming almost instantly determined that he was inside the massive mountain's interior.
His opponent's secret art was actually a method with an extremely powerful trapping effect.
With the Spirit Devouring Netherflame protecting his body, Qin Fengming could ignore the icy erosion of the surrounding mist. But he also knew that this powerful secret art surely did more than merely trap and freeze its target.
"Fellow Daoist Qin, if you can withstand this secret art of this Dan for half an hour, this Dan will concede."
Just as Qin Fengming gazed solemnly around him, a faint voice that seemed to come from a distant place rang in his ears.
The speaker was Dan Pengju. He now wore a relaxed expression, and his tone was equally calm.
Although he could not see Dan Pengju's face, Qin Fengming could still imagine his expression. Hearing those words, he circulated the magic power within him and sensed that the Divine Emperor Seal in the distance was still suppressing the two golden flood dragons. His heart immediately settled.
"Very well. This Qin will experience the might of Fellow Daoist's powerful secret art. Whatever means you have, Fellow Daoist, feel free to bring them out." Although he did not know whether Dan Pengju could hear him, Qin Fengming still called out.
Before Qin Fengming's voice had faded, he suddenly felt the mist around his body churn violently. Bursts of rapid sounds of something tearing through the air abruptly rang out