Swathes of Ice Louse Insects were swept up by the terrifying vortex formed from countless cone blades, falling dead on the spot.
Faced with such a gruesome scene, Qin Fengming remained calm, without the slightest trace of worry or heartache. The rate at which he released the Ice Louse Insects did not increase in the least.
It seemed he merely wanted to bind the Young Master Zhuo with an uncountable number of Ice Louse Insects while consuming his opponent's magic power on a massive scale.
This was not only what the Young Master Zhuo fighting him thought. Even the handsome young man who had stopped in the distance shared the same assumption.
To activate a Chaos spirit treasure, a cultivator naturally had to expend a vast amount of magic power and soul energy.
Back then, Qin Fengming had only slightly activated the Purple Light Dragon Soul Lament. Even though he might have drawn out only half of one-tenth of that Chaos spirit treasure's might, it had still consumed more than half the magic power in his body.
Although the spirit treasure before them was being driven by an early Profound Spirit cultivator, whose magic power was vast and surging, the magic power needed to activate a Chaos spirit treasure had already increased more than tenfold, perhaps even dozens of times over.
If Qin Fengming had enough Ice Louse Insects, exhausting the magic power within an early Profound Spirit cultivator would still be a certainty.
Although they had seen through his intentions, neither of the two Young Master Zhuos showed the slightest anxiety.
That was because neither of them was particularly worried about the consumption of their own magic power.
The two sides seemed to possess an extraordinary tacit understanding. The cold young man hovered in the air, forming hand seals