"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Just as Qin Fengming flashed into view, a shout filled with disbelief suddenly rang out from within the heaven-shaking energy fluctuations.
No matter how he looked at it, Chong Ji could not believe that the more than three thousand Yin souls he had refined into ghost spirits in the distance had now vanished without leaving a single one behind.
There had been more than three thousand ghost spirits, and even the weakest had been at the early Profound Tier.
Even if those more than three thousand ghost spirits above the early Profound Tier had stood still and allowed one person to collect them, it would have been impossible for a cultivator to capture them all in such a short time.
Those ghost spirits had auras no different from cultivators. Even if they stood motionless, anyone wishing to capture them would still have to suppress or erase the auras from their bodies.
After striking several thousand times in succession, no cultivator could possibly have accomplished that in such a short span.
Yet now, from the moment the youth released the Yin mist until he appeared again, not a single ghost spirit could be seen. Merely one or two tea-steeping intervals had passed.
In Chong Ji's eyes, completing such a feat in so short a time was simply impossible.
Not to mention capturing the ghost spirits—even breaking through the vast restrictions he had arranged should, in theory, have been impossible. But that youth had not only broken through the restrictions, he had also captured several thousand Profound Tier ghost spirits.
What kind of situation was this? Chong Ji truly could not understand it.
"They were merely a few Yin souls. If I told you how many Yin souls this Qin has slain, you would find the number