This battle of essence souls could be called thunder with little rain. The two sides had fought with seemingly powerful and terrifying methods, but the process had fallen far short of what everyone had imagined.
The ending left the spectators in the distance speechless, and all of them felt somewhat unsatisfied.
No one had expected the highly dangerous battle of essence souls to end like this. Leaving aside who was stronger or weaker, the scene they had expected—both sides' soul blood splattering—had never appeared, so it had failed to meet their expectations.
Still, everyone had to admit that the two possessed extraordinary soul techniques. If they had been the ones facing the soul attacks of the two, then even Geng Jian, Pu Wen, Yun Xi, and the other beings who had lived for over a million years would not have dared claim they could withstand them easily.
Especially Qin Fengming's three Soul-sealing Beads. They were truly formidable weapons capable of injuring even a Mahayana essence soul. Such terrifying self-detonating items were exceedingly rare in the Cultivation World, yet a Profound Tier cultivator had produced three of them at once.
As for Saint Ancestor Luo Zhe's soul drum, it specifically attacked the mind and spirit of the essence soul, making it truly impossible to guard against. If one were harassed by it during a real battle, who would dare say they would definitely remain unharmed?
Qin Fengming's essence soul floated in midair as he looked at Saint Ancestor Luo Zhe's essence soul, which was trapped by densely packed Spirit Patterns. He showed no sign of arrogance.
At this moment, Qin Fengming had several ways to kill Saint Ancestor Luo Zhe's essence soul, but he forcibly suppressed the impulse surging in his heart. He could not, for the sake of a momentary