"Those spirit-soul energy strands could no longer be summoned back by me!" When he heard Qin Fengming's question, He Xuan answered at once without the slightest hesitation.
By then, fear had welled up in He Xuan's heart, but he did not appear particularly flustered. As he spoke, his hands began rapidly forming incantation signs, and wave after wave of spirit-soul energy suddenly surged around him.
Qin Fengming and He Xuan both knew how perilous the situation's aftermath would be. Thus, without any prior arrangement, both of them wore tense expressions.
Qin Fengming had experienced countless dangers. Although anxiety had abruptly surfaced in his heart, the look of anxiety and tension lasted only an instant. After hearing He Xuan say that the matter had become reality, the anxiety in his heart abruptly receded, replaced by a mind as clear as a mirror.
"Fellow Daoist He, I'll immediately cast some isolating sigils. First, I'll bind those spirit-soul energy clusters of yours nearby."
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Fengming spoke urgently.
By then, Qin Fengming knew that the most pressing matter was to bind those spirit-soul energies in place. If they entered the azure-gray mist ahead, the two of them truly would be left crying with no tears.
He Xuan nodded rapidly without speaking. Instead, he exerted himself to cast his techniques, hoping to draw those bubble-like spirit-soul energy clusters back into his body.
"Ah, no! The sigils I cast can't even leave this mist around you!"
Just as Qin Fengming thought that the isolating sigils he had cast could temporarily stave off this crisis, the sigils he had only just cast shattered on the spot the instant they emerged from He Xuan's misty shroud.
Upon suddenly seeing this, Qin Fengming could no longer possibly maintain a calm state of mind.
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