The moment he heard that voice, even Qin Fengming, who had weathered countless dangers, felt his scalp prickle. A chill abruptly rose along his back, and every hair on his body stood on end.
The icy voice was deep and aged, clearly belonging to an old man.
As the voice rang out, a terrifying divine soul aura that Qin Fengming found impossible to resist suddenly swept over him, instantly enveloping his entire body.
Qin Fengming's divine soul realm was no weaker than that of the mid-Profound Tier, yet when faced with this suddenly appearing pressure from the divine soul aura, he actually felt terrified and utterly unable to resist.
Such a vast divine soul aura seemed even more powerful than that of the Profound Tier peak.
The divine soul aura merely swept over Qin Fengming's body; it did not launch any attack against him.
Even so, Qin Fengming sensed how terrifying that pressure was, leaving him afraid to harbor the slightest thought of resisting.
Looking at Gu Changtian, who was casting a spell before him, Qin Fengming's pupils could not help but contract slightly.
At that moment, a faint mass of divine soul aura suddenly emerged from Gu Changtian's body. Within that aura, a highly illusory figure stood side by side with Gu Changtian.
Because the figure was so indistinct, Qin Fengming did not dare probe it carefully with his divine sense and thus could not make out its exact features.
But judging from the old man's voice, even if he had seen the figure's face clearly, Qin Fengming probably would not have recognized him. He racked his brains, yet could not recall where he had ever heard that old man's voice.
Given Qin Fengming's intelligence, how could he fail to understand what was happening by now?
Gu Changtian, this