There was no need to completely refine the red threads right now. Qin Fengming activated the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, and in an instant, the red threads wrapped around his body were swallowed into the netherflame. Roaring flames surged upward, forcibly binding the densely packed threads before Qin Fengming drew them back into his body.
The Spirit Devouring Netherflame had always been nurtured within Qin Fengming's body. With the powerful Melting Flame Art, he could refine it. No matter how formidable the red threads were, once they fell into the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, they could not escape being refined.
Even so, Qin Fengming remained extremely cautious. He activated the cyan starlight within his body and spread it densely around the Spirit Devouring Netherflame, worried that the red threads might suddenly escape through some strange means and erupt with terrifying immobilizing energy.
No accident occurred. The red threads that had fallen into the Spirit Devouring Netherflame were completely restrained, unable even to struggle.
With his heart at ease, Qin Fengming turned his gaze toward the mist around him. Carefully sensing the pale-red poisonous mist surging around him, he remained calm, without the slightest hint of delight. The toxicity of this pale-red mist did not please him. In terms of poison, its toxicity was inferior to that of the Green Soul Silk within his body.
That immediately dispelled any thought he had of collecting the poisonous mist.
Through the pale-red poisonous mist, cyan light flickered in Qin Fengming's eyes as he locked onto Xia Liang in the distance.
At that moment, Xia Liang floated in the air, gazing at the poisonous mist trapping Qin Fengming with an easygoing expression. He seemed extremely confident in his poisonous threads and poisonous mist, never imagining that Qin Fengming could escape from them.
Of course he had