Qin Fengming struck without warning, almost simultaneously with the middle-aged man activating his wave-light attack. The instant he saw the three finger seals miss, he had already locked onto the middle-aged man's body again. As he swiftly changed direction, his attack was unleashed as well.
The two sides had been only two or three hundred zhang apart to begin with. Under a Mahayana cultivator's full-powered movement technique, such a distance could be ignored.
This time, the middle-aged man had made a mistake. He had placed too much faith in that seemingly unimpressive wave-light attack of his.
That attack was the middle-aged man's life-saving technique, his ultimate trump card. Once activated, it had never missed—not even a Mahayana Magic Beast renowned for its physical body would escape with its flesh intact. Under that strike, its hide would be torn open, and deep wounds would be carved into its body.
With a cultivator's frail body, even one protected by a magic treasure, the treasure's radiance would certainly be cut apart, allowing the wave-light to surge before him. The wave-light was like a soft whip and could ignore the obstruction of solid objects.
The wave-light contained countless densely packed, invisible Spirit Patterns. Every Spirit Pattern held razor-sharp energy—the sharp-origin Spirit Patterns the middle-aged cultivator had comprehended. Once unleashed, they could erupt with unimaginable, terrifying might upon touching anything that blocked them.
Qin Fengming sensed the sharp aura contained in the wave-light at once. However, before launching his attack, he had already covered his body with the Wen Huan Beast Armor. He had always been cautious and never underestimated the cultivators of the world. He had anticipated that if his first strike failed, he would have to fight the other side physically.
What surprised Qin Fengming was that although the middle-aged man's evasions and