When Qin Fengming sacrificed that enormous sphere of light, which was as huge as a small mountain, Fang Liang and He Xuan, standing in the distance, felt the magic power throughout their bodies abruptly stagnate. The vital essences within them began to tremble violently.
The two were a full two or three hundred zhang away from Qin Fengming, and the enormous sphere of light was not even shooting toward them. Yet the terrifying aura it emitted still filled their hearts with dread.
Fang Liang and He Xuan exchanged a glance, shock showing in both their eyes.
The sword blades that had suddenly appeared before them seemed as if each one were being controlled by a different cultivator. As the sword edges slashed through the air, the directions they struck constantly shifted.
It was as though dozens or even hundreds of cultivators had attacked simultaneously, each with an extremely clear division of labor as they hacked forward.
Watching the attack unfold before them, the expressions on Fang Liang and He Xuan's faces were quite intriguing. There was shock, but also helplessness. Qin Fengming had merely secluded himself for a few years, yet the increase in his strength had already left the two of them utterly speechless.
Back in Black Pine City, Fang Liang had personally witnessed Qin Fengming make a move. Compared with that earlier attack, the power of this assault was several times greater.
The two could be certain that if an early Profound Tier cultivator faced Qin Fengming's current strike, they could not say with confidence whether that person would be able to withstand it.
They did not know what the seven cultivators were experiencing firsthand at that moment, but one thing was certain: faced with the sudden assault of hundreds of terrifying sword blades, not one of the