A pitch-black hand suddenly appeared, as if it had torn through the void and emerged without warning.
The massive hand carried an overwhelming force that bound the divine soul. It seemed to be coated in a thick layer of viscous black liquid, and it seized the dazed Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen into its palm. Densely packed Spirit Patterns suddenly appeared, spreading like layer upon layer of spiderwebs and sealing Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen beneath one layer after another.
This was the Primordial Spirit body of a Mahayana cultivator from the Outer Realm Demonic Domain. Qin Fengming did not dare to be careless in the slightest, and brought out every Spirit Pattern he could think of for sealing a Mahayana divine soul.
Only Qin Fengming could do this. If it had been anyone else, even someone proficient in Spirit Patterns might not have been able to activate so many sealing Spirit Patterns in an instant. These Spirit Patterns were not of one kind but several, and he had brought out more than a hundred of each. The conflict between the Spirit Patterns alone was not something anyone could easily resolve.
The Spirit Patterns touched Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen's Primordial Spirit body and immediately vanished into it.
Spatial fluctuations appeared, and Qin Fengming's figure emerged. At this moment, his face was pale, and divine-soul energy surged turbulently around him. Clearly, the crimson sword-blade attack from Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen had posed no small threat to him.
Even so, the Primordial Spirit of Emperor Venerable Xuan Zhen, who was at the Mahayana stage, had still fallen beneath the sudden assault of his Startled Soul Whisper and Nightmare Divine Ability. Qin Fengming had captured him.
"Th-this... How was Senior Xuan Zhen captured by him?" Jiang Zhuo stared with his mouth agape, unable to believe