A giant palm as broad as a city gate came crashing down, slicing through the void and whipping up a terrifying hurricane before slamming violently into the ground. Mountains shattered and rocks flew, while astral winds blasted in every direction.
When the giant palm lifted, Qin Fengming was nowhere to be seen beneath it.
A figure flickered, and a small body appeared out of thin air more than a dozen meters from where the giant palm had struck, perfectly avoiding the blow.
This dense, shadowy mist possessed an extremely powerful ability to bind and seal. Even formidable movement divine abilities could not completely break through that terrifying restraining force.
Yet Qin Fengming had not been trapped by the mist.
Facing the unknown Sect's Treasure of the Han Ning Sect, Qin Fengming had already secretly unleashed the Demonic Light Shadow Art. An area spanning two to three hundred meters around him was enveloped by the invisible motes of the Demonic Light Shadow Art. Its might did not disappoint him. With the art fully activated, his body seemed to transform into a heavenly blade. As it tore through the void, the dense mist became like withered grass beneath his spatial and razor-sharp movement, crumbling before him without the slightest resistance.
"Brat, even if you've concealed your cultivation and are truly a Mahayana, you still won't escape beneath the divine aura of the Myriad Spirits Great Formation. What awaits you is a barrage of crazed strikes from giant palms."
The old woman shouted, and the oceanic mist surged violently. The twelve giants formed from enormous bodies accelerated sharply, surrounding the area where Qin Fengming was in the blink of an eye.
The Myriad Spirits Great Formation required twelve groups of cultivators to form the array and perform a special soul-condensing technique, gathering tens