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Amid the terrifying energy of the world-destroying explosion, Qin Fengming had expended several bodies' worth of magic power and soul energy.
No matter how wondrous the middle-aged man's divine abilities were, after enduring the baptism of that destructive energy, his body must have long since been depleted.
Qin Fengming did not believe that every cultivator possessed a Five-Colored Flowing Cloud Bottle, capable of constantly replenishing their magic power.
The middle-aged man had managed to survive the explosion of the Heaven and Earth Great Formation by relying on his innate divine ability. That alone was something ninety percent of the Mahayana cultivators in the Three Realms would never even dare imagine.
Under such circumstances, if he still could not take down his opponent, Qin Fengming himself would feel ashamed.
Once he made his move, Qin Fengming naturally showed no mercy. He urged the Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword in his hand with all his might, and the Splitting Light Misleading Shadow Sword Technique immediately blanketed the vast void. One figure after another shot forth, as if hundreds of Mahayana cultivators were casting spells simultaneously, instantly shrouding this stretch of heaven and earth.
The berserk energy suddenly appeared again. Terrifying energy that caused the sea of Spirit Devouring Netherflame to collapse violently surged out from the scattering seven-colored radiance. A dense series of bangs rang out abruptly within the raging energy, like countless heavy golden weapons colliding.
As the Five-Colored Sword Blades hacked down, Qin Fengming saw more than a dozen blue sword blades flickering among them.
The sharp Profound Micro Pure Radiance Sword lights, each carrying lightning energy, shattered one after another beneath the blockade of the blue blades.
"Damn it! The junior still hasn't perished."
A furious shout