"Hmm, this is rather interesting. This puppet-like thing isn't corporeal at all—it was actually formed from a condensed yin soul. Such a method is something I've encountered for the first time." Blue light flashed sharply in his eyes as Qin Fengming exclaimed in surprise.
Watching the tall figure before him suddenly collapse into pieces, Qin Fengming quickly recovered from his shock.
Even his Pure Spirit Divine Eye had failed to see through the true nature of that enormous object just now, and he had not realized it was formed from a condensed yin soul. Such a method truly astonished Qin Fengming.
A yin soul naturally revealed the aura of soul energy. Yet earlier, Qin Fengming had sensed not the slightest condensation of soul energy from that tall figure.
In Qin Fengming's understanding, such a strange situation was truly difficult to achieve.
Even Fang Liang, who commanded yin souls and ghosts, absolutely could not possess such a method.
"Hmph. You want to ambush this Qin? That won't be so easy." As Qin Fengming pondered, his brows suddenly rose, and he let out a cold snort.
The instant his words began, a dozen or more Five-Colored Sword Blades shot out from his fingers.
As the dense demonic fog churned and surged, more than a dozen miserable cries rang out alongside a series of bangs.
One enormous Five-Colored Sword Blade after another shot out, instantly enveloping the roiling demonic fog before him. As the sword blades streaked through the air, dark-black bone spears emerged within the fog. Their spearheads flickered with condensed light as they collided with the Five-Colored Sword Blades one after another.
What left people dumbfounded was that those seemingly razor-sharp, enormous black spearheads, which contained tremendous might, merely flickered with wild black light upon lightly touching the Five-Colored Sword Blades.