His expression was exceedingly ferocious at this moment, yet when he spoke, his voice sounded remarkably calm.
Although he was in such a perilous situation, Qin Fengming's expression was ferocious, but not the slightest trace of panic or terror appeared in his heart. He was astonishingly composed.
In the course of his more than thousand years of cultivation, Qin Fengming had faced life-and-death situations countless times.
He understood that the more dangerous the situation, the more anxiety would become the greatest enemy capable of sending him into eternal ruin. Only by keeping his state of mind steady could he possibly escape this killing trap.
Of course, if it had been any other cultivator—even a peak Profound Tier cultivator—in Qin Fengming's circumstances, then even with a calm mindset, they likely would not have thought of any means to deal with the terrifying, immense soul energy about to ravage their body.
"Hmph. You have quite a mouth, junior. Let alone being at the Demon Venerable realm—even if you were a Profound Venerable peak or even a Saintly Venerable, if you did not possess a special soul secret art capable of rapidly refining this soul energy, there would only be one result: death."
The voice transmitted ethereally, having regained its former composure, but its words were already filled with mockery and schadenfreude.
Although it was merely an existence of consciousness, it was still the consciousness of a Mahayana cultivator. Naturally, it knew how terrifying this formation, specifically designed to collect cultivators' immense soul energy, was.
Ever since this formation had been set up here, only Saintly Venerable Shiyou had been able to activate it.
Moreover, once activated, even Saintly Venerable Shiyou could no longer make it stop. The only way was to exhaust all the immense soul energy within the formation.
But the