Zou Rui finished speaking, and without making the slightest move, a vast bloody aura suddenly surged from the sea of blood behind him. It transformed into a pale-red colossal peak and abruptly drifted forward, swallowing Qin Fengming.
This was not a divine ability attack, but merely an aura enveloping them.
As the red aura-cloud spread over, the corner of Qin Fengming's eye twitched slightly, but he soon returned to a calm expression.
That aura-cloud possessed an extremely oppressive force, but it could not be considered a true attack.
Before it even reached them, He Gu and the others already felt a terrifying, suffocating pressure crushing their bodies. The bones within them creaked, and some even cried out in alarm. Only after they desperately circulated their divine abilities to resist did they manage to stabilize themselves.
Qin Fengming stood motionless. No energy fluctuations surged from his body; relying solely on his physical strength, he forcibly endured the sudden sweep of the aura.
"This junior's physical body is rather formidable—somewhat stronger even than the Devil Race's bodies." The tall young man was slightly surprised.
Everyone knew that human cultivators had frail bodies. Although many body-refining arts had been created by human cultivators, compared with the naturally powerful bodies of the Devil Race, they were still far inferior.
Yet Qin Fengming clearly did not belong in that category. Facing the terrifying pressure of the aura, he had not even circulated any powerful technique, resisting it with his physical body alone. Compared with He Gu and the other Devil Race Mahayana cultivators, he even appeared relaxed.
"My lord, allow your subordinate to capture and kill him." Old Monster Mo Yu bowed and saluted before suddenly speaking.
"You already fought him for quite some time, yet were unable to do anything to him. Even if