Watching the pitch-black flood dragons, each unleashing a powerful divine ability comparable to that of a peak Profound Spirit cultivator, writhe miserably beneath the crimson radiance, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness well up within him.
Leaving aside the scarlet radiance that easily repelled the flood dragons, even a single one of those pitch-black flood dragons was beyond what he could withstand at present.
Even if he went all out and used every means at his disposal, he could probably only hold off one or two flood dragons for a brief moment.
If the spell formation's attack had been aimed at him, there would have been only one result: he would have been helplessly awaiting death.
The red radiance continued to blaze. Amid their shrill dragon cries and frantic struggles, the flood dragons slowly shrank until they vanished completely.
The Blood Fiend Nether Frog had already pushed its Evil Light Blood Demon Divine Ability to the limit.
Not only did the blood-red sphere it had summoned blaze with light and possess terrifying might, the red radiance surrounding its body was also filled with astonishing cutting power. The flood dragons, whose might was comparable to that of peak Profound Spirit cultivators, could not even approach the frog's body.
The dozens of flood dragons that kept swooping forward were no different from the combined attacks of dozens of peak Profound Spirit cultivators. The fact that the frog could easily withstand them was enough to show how terrifying the Mahayana Blood Fiend Nether Frog was.
From Miao Lin's words, Qin Fengming knew that the Blood Fiend Nether Frog's soul essence had only brought forth part of its power from its prime.
If it had been at the height of its strength, Qin Fengming truly would not have dared imagine how