"Little fellow, why do you have such an intense True Ghost aura about you, yet so little True Demonic Energy? You shouldn't be from my Holy Realm."
Spatial energy swept over him. The darkness before Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly brightened, and his body seemed like a bundle of cotton thrown through the air, hurled straight toward the rock wall of a towering mountain peak.
Qin Fengming's entire body was wracked with unbearable pain. When his eyes suddenly brightened, the magic power within him surged. Enduring the indescribable agony, he twisted his body just before colliding with the stone wall and landed upright on the rocky ground.
The instant he stood, another wave of excruciating pain forced Qin Fengming, who was at the peak Spirit Severing stage, to clutch his body and crouch down.
The agonizing pain transmitted from his Pill Sea was difficult to withstand, no matter how tenacious Qin Fengming's mind was. It swept through his body like torrents surging without end, racing along his meridians and spreading throughout him.
He had never imagined that the backlash from the formation arranged upon the statue could directly enter the transmission passage.
That aura had been terrifying. Qin Fengming had merely sensed it slightly, yet his soul had already nearly fled his body in terror.
Not only had Qin Fengming lacked the means to resist it at the time, even if he had thought of a way to defend himself, he would not have had any time to use it under those circumstances.
Fortunately, the transmission passage was not without restrictions guarding it. Amid the sweeping spatial energy, the backlash aura that had suddenly appeared merely grazed Qin Fengming before being blocked.
Yet even that light sweep had left the flesh on Qin Fengming's left arm and left ribs mangled beyond