Liao Xian, the middle-aged man with the surname Liao who had cried out in alarm, wore a look of grim endurance, a streak of crimson blood hanging from the corner of his mouth. Although Qin Fengming's attack had not injured him, the backlash from the destruction of his life-bound magic treasure had clearly dealt enormous damage to his body.
As the middle-aged cultivator let out a wail, a solid, enormous claw wrapped in dense black mist suddenly shot out from the boundless dark-red blood mist.
The instant it appeared, it turned illusory. The claw flickered at incredible speed, transforming into more than a dozen copies that instantly blanketed most of the space before the middle-aged man.
Although the middle-aged man was wailing with blood at the corner of his mouth, he was ultimately a peak Ghost Master with rich combat experience. Faced with the sudden appearance of the claws, he immediately swung out his arm.
In an instant, a tower-shaped magic treasure appeared before him.
The middle-aged man responded very correctly. The giant tower treasure emerged with tremendous collision force, its enormous body sweeping sideways and nearly blocking every attack path of the illusory claws in the air.
However, amid a faint sizzling sound, another wail rang from the middle-aged man's mouth.
As the howl erupted, the middle-aged cultivator's body suddenly plunged toward the seawater below. A huge hand appeared from thin air and seized his body in one grasp.
The black mist retracted, and the giant hand, together with the middle-aged man, vanished into the boundless dark-red blood mist.
Qin Fengming's current cultivation was at the early Spirit Severing stage. In truth, the strength he could display was far inferior to what he had possessed when he had been at the early Spirit Severing stage back then.
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