Qin Fengming's escape speed was, of course, impossible to surpass Si Rong's. But under the full drive of the Profound Sky Evasive Steps, which incorporated spatial escape-art talisman patterns, his short-distance movement speed was no slower than Si Rong's.
Not only was it no slower, but the Profound Sky Evasive Steps were even more suited to rushing and stopping abruptly among the mountains. They were far more efficient than Si Rong's need to control her escape light and detour far around towering mountains and giant peaks.
As his figure flashed rapidly, streaks of black objects suddenly flew from his hands and dropped into the surrounding mountains.
They had not flown very far before the two figures stopped amid a stretch of towering peaks. The instant they halted, a fog that surged like colossal waves crashing against the heavens also swept across the vast surrounding mountain range.
The bone-chilling fog had barely enveloped his body when Qin Fengming suddenly felt the magical power within him freeze, and an intense pain instantly spread throughout his entire body.
It was a strange sort of pain, as though countless sharp, tiny blades had suddenly appeared inside Qin Fengming's body, spreading through all his flesh and blood and meridians.
The tiny blades shot and roamed wildly, stabbing haphazardly through the flesh and blood and meridians within him.
The sensation was indescribable. Qin Fengming only felt as if all the flesh on his body had suddenly been dissected, instantly becoming something that no longer belonged to him.
Qin Fengming was certain that the strength of his physical body was such that even a body-tempering Demon Cultivator at the peak Profound Spirit realm would absolutely be unable to compare with him. With the strength of his physical body alone, he was confident he could withstand an ordinary