As the mass of black mist calmly passed through the hurricane, another scene appeared in Qin Fengming's spiritual sense—one so unimaginable that he could hardly believe it.
Naturally, anything capable of startling Qin Fengming so badly that even his thoughts became unsteady was no trivial matter.
The mass of black mist hurtling after him actually charged straight into a spatial rift without dodging when it encountered one.
What shocked and baffled Qin Fengming was that the scene he had imagined—blood spraying and part of the black mist being devoured by the spatial rift—did not occur. Instead, he witnessed a sight that even he found incomprehensible.
The spatial rift, which was only about a foot long, had just touched the mass of black mist when it failed to sink into it. Rather, it seemed to be forcibly pushed dozens of yards away through empty space by an incomparably powerful force.
The enormous mass of black mist shot past, and the rift did not affect it in the slightest.
If someone else had told Qin Fengming about what he was seeing, he naturally would not have believed it. But now, he had witnessed it personally through his own spiritual sense.
Though it had happened in the blink of an eye, Qin Fengming had absolute confidence in his spiritual sense. There was no mistake in what he had seen.
With such a scene appearing so suddenly, even a Mahayana Existence would surely be astonished upon seeing it.
Though Qin Fengming was astonished, he did not truly stand there dumbfounded.
Instead, he urgently circulated the magic power within his body and increased his escape speed by another two points.
He was no novice cultivator. He had encountered even more terrifying and incomprehensible things before. Though shocked at first sight, the scene had not yet