Yuan Ji had fought countless battles in his life. If one asked which of the Profound Tier cultivators currently residing in the Outer Realm Demonic Domain had the richest combat experience, Yuan Ji considered himself second to none.
Even Qingyu the Demonic Woman, who had always sought out battles with others, would not dare claim that her experience exceeded Yuan Ji's.
In his previous battles, Yuan Ji had always seized the initiative. Time and again, he had been able to predict his opponent's attacks in advance, completely enveloping them within the rhythm of his own attacks.
Yet this time, from the moment he exchanged blows with the Qin youth, the attacks Yuan Ji had long since planned kept missing their mark.
Not only did they miss, but offense and defense immediately switched places, leaving him completely trapped within the opponent's attacks.
Although he instantly dispelled the drowsiness in his mind with a powerful divine ability, the terror in Yuan Ji's heart did not fade. Instead, it grew even more intense.
As the incantation within his body stirred, thirteen afterimages suddenly appeared. As each figure flashed, they abruptly fled in all directions at full speed, without the slightest pattern.
Every flickering figure was exactly identical to Yuan Ji.
Yuan Ji's sensation had not been wrong. Just as he activated a powerful divine ability, seven threads flashed into existence once more, streaking toward his body from all directions.
The seven figures that had just appeared showed no ability to resist before the seven threads struck them at the neck. The threads rapidly recoiled, and the headless figures shattered on the spot.
The threads swiftly fused and gathered together. In an instant, Qin Fengming's figure reappeared at the scene.
The attack of seven razor-sharp threads was the strongest assault Qin Fengming could unleash