Dense clusters of black spheres, numbering over ten thousand, shot into view. Qin Fengming's first thought upon seeing them was that they were powerful self-detonating weapons.
Yet the moment he spoke, a voice transmission entered his ears:
"Those spheres aren't self-detonating weapons. They're a powerful attacking weapon refined by Zhan Meng—the Heavenly Net Needles. Each sphere is condensed from nearly a hundred short needle blades. In total, there are said to be a million needle blades, each possessing immense corrosive power against wind. Elder Brother Qin, you must be careful. If you can't withstand them, I'll immediately have Uncle Turtle appear and rely on his tough body to resist them."
Ying Yi's voice suddenly rang beside his ear, urgent and clearly filled with apprehension.
Hearing Ying Yi's words, Qin Fengming's scalp suddenly tingled, and a wave of chills swept through his entire body.
Needle blades were common treasures in the Cultivation World. They generally won through speed and sheer numbers, and Qin Fengming himself possessed such a treasure.
But when their number reached a million, merely hearing it was enough to make one's heart tremble with dread.
The needle blades' corrosive effect against wind meant that they possessed astonishing flying speed and could corrode attacks unleashed by cultivators. An attacking weapon in such numbers was truly impossible to guard against.
Lao Qian's sound-wave palm seals could imprison the Heaven and Earth Origin Energy, while the needle blades possessed corrosive power. When the two clashed, Qin Fengming couldn't help worrying for Lao Qian, wondering who would gain the upper hand.
"Needle-blade arts? Then let's see whose attack is stronger." Ying Yi's voice reached his ears, followed by a sinister voice rumbling from the corpse puppet's mouth.
Relying on his perception through sound-wave aura, Lao Qian instantly identified the true nature of