"Fellow Daoist Qin is fine—he won!" Hearing Qin Fengming's voice come through, Yi Hun's heart immediately relaxed, and he cried out in delight.
Along with Yi Hun's words, the pitch-black void around them suddenly rippled. A surging spatial fluctuation appeared, and then the darkness around them shattered like bubbles.
Ice-cold air swept around them, and the two reappeared in the void before the Soul Hall.
In the distance, Qin Fengming hovered motionless in the void, with a petite body lying before him. A closer look revealed that his aura was surging and his face was somewhat pale, clearly showing that he had just endured a brutal battle.
Fortunately, Qin Fengming had no wounds anywhere on his body. He should not have been injured.
"This former Ancestor Shang Yang truly possessed formidable strength. Although his intelligence was lacking, he could still unleash his innate abilities, and they remained terrifyingly powerful. After that battle, I nearly perished at his hands."
Qin Fengming stared at the petite old man before him, while explaining the situation to Venerable Jie Mie and Yi Hun.
He was absolutely not exaggerating. After that battle, Qin Fengming had exhausted himself before finally defeating the petite mummified corpse.
Of course, Qin Fengming had not gone all out. He still had many methods he had not used. Relying only on the Big Dipper Seven Yuan Art, along with the Spirit Devouring Netherflame and two divine abilities, he had suppressed the mummified corpse and ultimately captured it.
It was not that Qin Fengming could not bring out other methods, but that he had to capture this mummified corpse alive.
This was a powerful existence proficient in spatial techniques. If he could glean some spatial techniques or divine abilities from its remaining spiritual sense, it would undoubtedly benefit Qin Fengming greatly.
"Ancestor