Amid the shouts, the boundless seven-colored rosy light receded, and the howling wind rapidly faded away. The young cultivator's figure reappeared in midair.
However, within a radius of several hundred feet, Qin Fengming's figure had already vanished.
"Junior, your methods are truly strange. Chi Qing and Jing Heng were both unable to do anything to you, so it seems I, Jiao, misjudged you. Now let Jiao test your methods and see how many of Jiao's strikes you can withstand." A cold voice suddenly rang from Ancestor Jiao Wei, suspended in the air. As he spoke, his gaze abruptly turned toward a valley below.
Within the valley, Qin Fengming's body had appeared at some unknown point.
Qin Fengming held the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword and stood beside a huge boulder. He looked up at Ancestor Jiao Wei in the void, the wariness in his eyes far more intense than before.
That young cultivator's Ze Feng Huan Tian technique truly possessed extraordinary sealing power. As the boundless wind and mist swept through the area, countless illusory Spirit Patterns filled it. Once a cultivator fell inside, he would be enveloped by spatial energy and find it difficult to escape, while constantly having to face the attacks of countless wind blades from all directions.
The wind blades were sharp and tough. Even when struck by the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword, which contained the power of lightning and terrifyingly keen might, they could barely be shattered. If it had been any other magic treasure, Qin Fengming was certain it would have been impossible to withstand them with ease.
Just as that young man had said, if one could not escape, the cultivator trapped within would face unending attacks from the wind blades. In the end, his strength would be completely exhausted and he