"Haha... hahahaha... You old bastards, you certainly never imagined that your Grandpa Qin had come out alive, without perishing in Wind Blade Valley. Since I didn't perish, your days are numbered too."
Without immediately repairing his wounded body, Qin Fengming looked toward the vast region of rifts behind him, his body covered in blood. Amid his wild laughter, an almost deranged roar rang out across Heaven and Earth.
For the past two days, overwhelming fear had weighed on Qin Fengming's heart. All around him, sharp energy that left him nowhere to hide had constantly enveloped him. The countless wind blades, capable of easily breaking through his protective spiritual light and hacking into his body, had swept over him like whirlwinds, repeatedly cleaving and ripping apart his flesh.
Even with his physical body strengthened by the terrifying body-tempering power of the Golden Body Art and Treasure Refining Ghost Art, he still could not completely withstand it.
If he had not possessed a large supply of heaven-defying pills that could rapidly restore his physical injuries, and if he had not been able to disregard his expenditure of magic power and continuously unleash his most powerful palm seals with all his strength to block the wind-blade attacks, Qin Fengming would never have been able to hold out until now.
Although the power of the hurricane wind blades was much weaker on the ground between the two broad rifts, they could still threaten Mahayana cultivators. Given enough time, even a body-tempering Mahayana cultivator, once deprived of magic-power reinforcement, would inevitably be crushed and hacked to death by the sharp energy swirling like a whirlwind.
Qin Fengming had long known that someone among that group of Mahayana cultivators harbored ill will toward him, but aside from Ancestor Bingzhe, he had no idea who else there