Even though Qin Fengming had long anticipated that the restrictions in the hall might launch attacks and had prepared to dodge, he was still too slow. The golden short blades stabbed through his protective spiritual light and struck directly against his physical body.
Several golden short blades enveloped the vital parts of his body. If they truly pierced him, Qin Fengming would never survive; he would surely die on the spot, with no possibility of escape.
Faced with the swift slashes of the golden blades, Qin Fengming no longer had any chance to bring out the Wen Huan Beast Armor to block them, even if he wanted to.
Yet he was not killed. The several golden blades slashed toward him and pierced through Qin Fengming's protective spiritual light, but as Spirit Patterns suddenly appeared one after another, they all collapsed before him.
"The Spirit Patterns from the stone stele really are the key to opening the hall's restrictions. I haven't fully understood their changes yet, but I can already easily restrain the hall's murderous restrictions."
Qin Fengming's pale face instantly flushed with color.
His original intention had been to unleash several attacks and then activate the sealing Spirit Pattern he had comprehended from the stone stele's dark light.
When Qin Fengming cast an attack at the hall, he was nearly a hundred zhang away from it. At such a distance, even if he saw the attack appear, he would have had ample time to respond. At the very least, he could have raised the Wen Huan Beast Armor before him for protection.
However, the hall's restrictions were far too terrifying. Their attacks were so swift that they exceeded his imagination. The bright golden radiance caused him to lose his sight for an instant, and the attack had already reached him.