When Qin Fengming tested the lake water earlier, he placed the beast soul into it. In an instant, countless pitch-black things were drawn out and attacked him.
Those pitch-black things were exceedingly strange and terrifying. The attacks of everyone present could barely hold them back.
Even the Qinglin Sword Qi Qin Fengming unleashed inflicted little damage on that mass of pitch-black things and could not stop them at all.
Faced with those terrifying pitch-black things sweeping toward him, Qin Fengming was shocked, but not overly panicked. Although they had appeared with astonishing speed, it was not as if he had no means of completely warding them off.
After all, when he had decided to test the lake water, he had already activated various methods, ready to unleash them in an instant at any time.
Whether it was the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, the Treasure Refining Ghost Refining Art divine ability, the many magic treasures on his person, the Sun Devouring Talismans, or the Demon Crystal Stone talisman array, all of them could, like the mesh magic treasure Qingyu had unleashed, temporarily block the pitch-black things outside his body.
Although the pitch-black things would still pursue him after being blocked, he would not end up as he had just now, losing all ability to resist after being swept up by them.
There was no doubt in Qin Fengming's mind that those pitch-black things were terrifying.
If he had been alone, once enveloped by those pitch-black things—and with them able to gather and increase without end—even with his many secret arts and divine abilities, he would have had difficulty resisting them for long.
The instant those pitch-black things touched his body, an extremely dense soul aura enveloped him from head to toe.
That soul aura possessed tremendous suppressive power. The operation of the