Qin Fengming looked up at the vortex high in the sky. He did not strike to interrupt it, but simply gazed upward in silence, a look of boundless delight flashing deep in his eyes.
The icy gale howled, and dense yin energy swept across heaven and earth. The vortex in the sky suddenly spiraled upward, shooting straight into the clouds.
Qin Fengming narrowed his eyes slightly. He sensed countless frigid Spirit Patterns shooting out from within the vortex. Those Spirit Patterns brimmed with soul energy. When his divine sense touched them, Qin Fengming suddenly felt his mind sway.
It seemed as though a terrifying force of plunder had abruptly invaded his mind, intent on forcibly dragging his essence soul out of his fleshly body.
The aura spread at an astonishing speed. In merely a few breaths, an area spanning several thousand miles was enveloped within it.
"Hahahaha... I heard long ago that Fellow Daoist Mo Yu possessed a powerful divine ability capable of conscripting the essence souls of the Netherworld Ghost Mansion. To have the good fortune to witness it today, this trip was truly worthwhile."
A burst of laughter rang out. The voice of Cultivator Ming reverberated across the scene, rolling on and carrying far into the distance.
Both groups of Mahayana cultivators were shrouded in the terrifying aura and immediately sensed the terrifying force tugging at their essence souls. Anyone familiar with Old Monster Mo Yu instantly realized what divine ability he had unleashed.
Qin Fengming hovered alone in midair, swallowed by the surging, howling yin energy around him. Yet his figure stood firm, without the slightest intention of retreating.
Most of He Gu's group wore solemn expressions, their brows tightly furrowed. Every one of them was sweating for Qin Fengming.
Old Monster Mo Yu's fiendish reputation had