"Ah, what kind of attack is this? How can so many identical peak Profound Spirit cultivators be attacking?"
"No one in our Cang Yan Realm has ever heard of such a powerful technique."
The instant Qin Fengming's attack appeared, cries of alarm erupted from the several Profound Spirit cultivators behind Zhu Fang.
As those cries rang out, these mighty figures, who would not have changed expression even if Mount Tai collapsed before them, all showed fear and involuntarily retreated at speed.
This sudden wave of attacks gave them the overwhelming feeling that they could not withstand it.
Dozens of figures radiating peak Profound Spirit energy fluctuations each wielded a sharp sword flashing with red and blue light and crackling arcs of lightning, joining forces to attack a single man. It was the first time any of them had witnessed such a terrifying sight.
Leaving aside the power of the attacks, the horrifying momentum that erupted without warning was enough to send fear surging through their hearts.
These mighty cultivators were hardly inexperienced. They knew that this sudden attack by dozens of figures did not mean dozens of peak Profound Spirit cultivators had truly appeared, yet this was still their first personal encounter with such an appalling attack.
The powerful fluctuations of a peak Profound Spirit cultivator emanating from each figure told them that these were certainly not mere illusions. Their attacks should indeed possess power no less than that of a peak Profound Spirit cultivator.
Everything they suspected was now being borne out by Zhu Fang at the center of the attacks.
The attacks unleashed by those figures were indeed no illusion. Every single one was tangible.
The attacks carried intensely scorching and freezing power. Rays of sword light shot toward him, and before they even reached his body, waves