The feeling was extremely intense. It was a sense of danger that Qin Fengming rarely experienced.
He did not know what terrifying means Jueyin was about to unleash, but he was certain that the attack would be powerful enough to reverse the plight of everyone from Youfu Palace.
The cultivators of Youfu Palace were no ordinary cultivators. Since so many of them were certain that Jueyin's methods could save them from their peril, the attack about to appear was naturally one Qin Fengming would find difficult to withstand.
Seeing the Bloodwing Feathers blocked by the terrifying energy, Qin Fengming's thoughts flashed rapidly, and his divine sense surged into motion.
Yet what made Qin Fengming's heart sink was that although the crimson blades struggled violently within the mass of energy as he urged his divine sense, not one of them flew back.
When he saw this, a chill suddenly rose across Qin Fengming's back.
With his experience, he naturally knew what this meant. Any divine ability or secret technique capable of manifesting powerful defensive force while being cast was, without exception, a terrifying forbidden art.
That was because such divine abilities and secret techniques required a long time to activate. Without sufficient defense against the opponent's attacks, casting for such a long time would be no different from seeking one's own death.
Facing a divine ability or secret technique that could easily ward off the Bloodwing Feathers and bind them firmly, Qin Fengming immediately became highly vigilant. At the same time, he urged his divine sense without hesitation.
In an instant, a string of booming explosions rang out from the dense soul energy surrounding Jueyin.
Qin Fengming was not an indecisive man. Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately detonated more than twenty Bloodwing Feathers within Jueyin's soul energy.
As the explosive