Qingyu's urgent shout reached Qin Fengming's ears, yet he did not retreat. Instead, he hovered above his sea of consciousness and let the gray-white mist, transformed into the shape of a ferocious beast, pounce toward him.
Qingyu possessed the powerful Soul Devil Flame to resist the gray-white mist. This sent Qin Fengming's spirits soaring. He refused to believe that, having advanced to Mahayana, he could not withstand the assault of this strange mist.
Of course, Qin Fengming did not dare underestimate the gray-white mist.
As he watched the mist transform into a ferocious beast and pounce at him, a mass of bluish-black mist suddenly surged around Qin Fengming's spirit body. A beast's roar rang out from within it.
Qin Fengming was no novice. Naturally, he had made preparations. The soul energy carried by his spirit body was unquestionably origin energy, ensuring that he could execute the Treasure Refining Ghost Art.
Faced with the ferocious beast formed from the strange mist pouncing at him, he did not hesitate in the slightest and unleashed this heaven-defying divine technique that had just displayed its great might in the Heavenly Fiend Palace.
A beast's roar resounded, and a ferocious beast with only half a body pounced out, rushing toward the gray-white beast.
The two sides came into contact, and beast roars instantly echoed through the area. At the same time, an extremely strange shriek rang out. The sound was bizarre—like a beast, yet not a beast; like a human, yet not a human. It was incomparably eerie and sent chills down the listener's back.
Although the mist-beast had not manifested a definite physical body, it seemed to possess a trace of intelligence.
"Yu'er, don't worry. This ghostly thing happens to be restrained by one of my divine abilities. It won't be long before I