The dried corpse had a withered, gaunt face. Aside from its gaze, which was exceptionally sharp and sinister, it looked overall just like a corpse dried by the wind.
Yet at this moment, its shriveled palm slowly lifted. In the center of that palm was a mass of pitch-black energy. The energy was only the size of a fist, black from top to bottom, and it contained a terrifying aura that made Qin Fengming's entire body turn icy cold merely by looking at it.
This dried corpse gave Qin Fengming an extreme sense of dread. An existence that had been imprisoned here for who knew how many tens of millions of years and still had not died—just thinking about it made fear surge through him.
Mana surged wildly within Qin Fengming's body, and he tried to summon the divine hall.
But what made his mind reel and go blank in an instant was that he could no longer control his own body. Even more, he could not summon any magical treasure.
At this moment, Qin Fengming could not even gather the incantations needed to activate the Azure Frost Sword Art.
The only thing he could do was circulate the incantation within his body, activate the Profound Ghost Art, and refine with all his strength the violent yin energy flooding into him. In fact, the Profound Ghost Art seemed not to need his activation at all. Ever since the immense yin energy invaded his body, the ghost-path cultivation art had begun circulating rapidly on its own.
Qin Fengming naturally was not surprised by this. It was precisely one of the innate functions of a high-level cultivation art.
Unable to use any means at all, Qin Fengming's face instantly paled. Such helplessness was undoubtedly fatal to him at this moment.
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