At the sudden sight of this scene, Qin Fengming became even more certain that the terrifying power the round bowl had abruptly unleashed at the beginning had been directed against that transparent object.
Qin Fengming's mind was taut, blue light flickering in his eyes as he stared at the transparent object flying toward him. His heart had risen to his throat.
He had not seen the round bowl withstand the first strike. This time, he did not want to miss it.
Qin Fengming knew that if the round bowl could not withstand this wave of attacks from the transparent objects, he would most likely perish at the bottom of this lake.
Yet now, as Qin Fengming faced the transparent object flying toward him, he felt utterly powerless.
The terror revealed by that transparent object was something he could not withstand no matter what he did. It was not merely a matter of resisting it—even seeing it fly toward him had already chilled him to the bone.
Its terrifying effect, which could easily grind a Saint Spirit's bones to pieces, was something Qin Fengming could not face with his current strength alone.
At this moment, the only thing Qin Fengming could rely on was the round bowl above his head.
Although Qin Fengming knew that he could not withstand the transparent object through his own strength, he did not truly give up without a fight.
Mana surged within him. As incantations were activated one after another, he summoned his towering Chi You manifestation. At the same time, he pushed the Treasure Refining Ghost Art to its limit.
To Qin Fengming, whatever attack he unleashed now would merely scratch an itch through a boot for that transparent object, unable to pose even the slightest threat.
Under such circumstances, all Qin Fengming could