It was a terrifying sensation beyond words, as though an aura capable of directly crushing his soul had invaded his body, causing his soul to suddenly sense an inescapable danger of annihilation.
What kind of aura was this? Qin Fengming had encountered it for the first time. The aura was vast and overwhelming, utterly beyond his ability to resist. It seemed that only by kneeling could his soul survive.
In an instant, Qin Fengming's entire body suddenly turned icy cold.
However, when Qin Fengming hurriedly glanced at Si Rong, who was hovering not far away, his expression abruptly changed.
The female cultivator was floating in midair, and she had suffered no less harassment from the terrifying aura than Qin Fengming. Yet while Si Rong was immersed in that aura that made Qin Fengming's mind tremble violently, not the slightest abnormality appeared on her.
Her body hovered in the air, enveloped in five-colored radiance. A solemn expression showed on her beautiful face, but there was no trace of panic.
It seemed that Qin Fengming's terrifying aura had no effect on her at all.
Seeing this, Qin Fengming was suddenly astonished.
In terms of the strength of their souls, Qin Fengming believed he was no weaker than Si Rong. Both of them had endured the soaking of the black liquid in the Sea of Demonic Souls, and the strength and solidity of their souls could be said to surpass that of Young Master Liu at this moment.
Yet the two of them were in the same terrifying aura and experienced completely different sensations. This truly left Qin Fengming baffled.
But this was not the time to delve into the matter. As that aura suddenly spread out, the mist churned, and an ancient, unadorned Giant Sword, dozens of meters long and pitch-black from