The towering mountain stood seventy or eighty zhang high, its entire form shrouded in a layer of dense white mist. The white mist churned, yet released hardly any energy aura.
Qin Fengming was extremely cautious and had not directly activated the divine palace to its full extent.
As long as he did not activate the divine palace until it grew several hundred zhang tall, True Person Yiyang and Fairy Yaoxi inside the palace generally would not probe beyond it. Naturally, they could not sense that the divine palace had been activated.
Unless he crushed the jade tablet in his hand.
The feathers offered up by the ferocious bird Qingyun, each wrapped in emerald flames, radiated a terrifying aura absolutely no weaker than the powerful secret-art attack unleashed with all its might by a peak Profound Tier cultivator.
Densely packed—who knew how many feathers—surrounded him under the enhancement of the terrifying energy vortex. Qin Fengming immediately realized that with himself, Fang Liang, and the two puppets, they simply could not withstand this attack from Qingyun.
This attack should be the most powerful innate divine ability of the Qingyun demon bird.
Even at the height of its power, unleashing this innate attack would surely consume a great deal of its mind-origin force. The moment it made its move, it had offered up such a terrifying attack. Qin Fengming already knew that the ferocious bird Qingyun had begun fighting with its life on the line.
Facing Mountain Demon, Qingyun surely understood that if it could not end the battle swiftly, the only fate awaiting it would be death.
Although this attack was not a terrifying True Spirit attack, Qin Fengming was certain that even if the corpse of the Ink Flame Thunder Frog were brought out, it still could not withstand this wave