The demonic mist surged violently, and an icy aura suddenly emerged. Figures flickered in and out of sight within the demonic mist, while blade after blade, like long, thin black tongues of snakes, spread toward Qin Fengming atop the rock.
The blades shot forth without the slightest ripple of energy.
Under ordinary circumstances, even if Qin Fengming had kept his guard raised, it would have been difficult for him to instantly realize that more than a dozen figures were concealed within the dense demonic mist around him. Each figure held two sharp swords.
Although he was certain that he had already passed the Chenhuang Hall trial, his usual cautious nature meant he would naturally not lower his guard just yet.
When he suddenly sensed the demonic mist surging around him and slender, razor-sharp blades shooting out toward him, Qin Fengming cried out in alarm. His divine sense moved with lightning speed, and the body of the Giant Thunder Frog he had just put away instantly reappeared above his head.
At the same time, a gigantic vortex of energy appeared around him.
Thirty or forty slender black blades suddenly materialized, stabbing straight toward him from all directions. In an instant, more than twenty of them struck the body of the Giant Thunder Frog.
Thunderous impacts rang out as the massive frog's body forcibly withstood blade after blade.
Flesh and skin flew everywhere. Patches of dark green flesh were sliced away by the slender, razor-sharp blades, drifting down like enormous leaves.
The remaining dozen or so sharp blades flashed and stabbed straight into the suddenly appearing vortex of energy.
The terrifying vortex spun rapidly. The moment the blades stabbing into it entered, they were deflected, and some even crossed and struck one another.
A burst of crisp, ear-piercing clangs rang out.
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