Booming explosions rang out as the massive vine-demon bodies, suddenly frozen by the icy aura, violently erupted with tremendous explosive force.
The aura surged, immediately stirring the icy aura all around.
Sensing the surrounding explosive shockwaves, Zhan Meng suddenly felt a chill in his heart. He could clearly sense that although these explosions could not shake the icy and Chaos auras around him, they could greatly consume his magical energy.
On top of that, this place itself consumed the power of the five elements. Given enough time, the magical power within him would inevitably fall into a state where his expenditures exceeded his income.
Realizing this, how could Zhan Meng fail to understand that Qin Fengming's intention was to drain his magical power dry?
His eyes flickered, and Zhan Meng shouted, his voice carrying out, "Junior, you've thought this through very well. Today, I'll see whether your formation runs out of energy first, or whether I'm killed by the formation."
The moment Zhan Meng finished speaking, a strange hissing suddenly rang out around him.
The hissing continued without end, but did not travel very far. As it rang out, wisps of greenish-dark mist as thick as fingers suddenly spread into view.
The mist churned like ropes being woven, abruptly interweaving and wrapping around Zhan Meng.
In an instant, layer upon layer of densely wound, tightly packed black rope-balls formed around him.
"Not good! Those black spheres possess corrosive power. They can actually corrode and absorb the explosive energy." As the black ropes wrapped around Zhan Meng, Qin Daoxi's cry of alarm reached Qin Fengming's ears.
Through the haze, Qin Fengming could see what Zhan Meng was doing. His heart tightened slightly, but then a relaxed expression appeared.
"Excellent. Since he's no longer attacking, we might as well wear him down."