As he streaked through the air, Qin Fengming came to an abrupt halt two or three thousand zhang away from Jing Tong and Hun Yuan.
The sudden appearance of that mist before Jing Tong made Qin Fengming abruptly sense an extreme danger.
As a voice rang out from within the mist, a powerful and heavy soul aura spread out. Qin Fengming's expression immediately turned exceedingly grim. He instantly recognized that the figure emerging from the mist was the true soul body of a Mahayana cultivator.
It was a middle-aged man. He was not tall, but somewhat burly, with a clean, fair face. Yet as his eyes flashed, an oppressive force immediately invaded the minds of everyone present.
It seemed that merely meeting his gaze could make people tremble with fear, kneel on the ground, and bow in submission.
Qin Fengming had never imagined that Jing Tong had actually been carrying a Mahayana essence soul with him all this time.
A Mahayana essence soul was absolutely incomparable to the essence soul bodies of Qin Fengming and Li Jitong, which could rival Mahayana cultivators. Whether in purity or solidity, it was far beyond what the essence soul of a Profound Tier cultivator could compare with.
And the soul attacks unleashed by a Mahayana essence soul were even more impossible for the soul divine abilities and secret arts of a Profound Tier cultivator to withstand.
If one compared the difference in strength between the essence soul body of a peak Profound Tier cultivator and that of a Mahayana cultivator, it would be even greater than the gap between a Mahayana cultivator and a peak Profound Tier cultivator.
A powerful, heaven-defying peak Profound Tier cultivator might still withstand several attacks from an ordinary Mahayana cultivator. But for the essence soul body of a peak