Qin Fengming hid within the ghost mist, clearly sensing the terror of the other party's Evil Fiend Ghost Mist. It contained a bizarre Killing Intent energy that even Ghost Devouring Yin Mist could not easily withstand.
Qin Fengming naturally dared not underestimate Holy Lord Xie Yun.
He was a Three Realms Top-tier Mahayana who could battle Ancestor Jiao Wei without falling behind. With their respective arts and divine abilities attacking one another, neither side could easily do anything to the other.
Qin Fengming had to approach his opponent and then lock Holy Lord Xie Yun down within a certain area. Only then could he unleash his methods and deliver a fatal attack.
With that thought, Qin Fengming immediately flashed forward. His entire body wrapped in dense yin mist, he flew toward the front.
At that moment, both sides were hidden within their respective yin mists. Qin Fengming could not sense where Holy Lord Xie Yun was, and Holy Lord Xie Yun naturally could not know where he was either.
So long as he could swiftly approach Holy Lord Xie Yun, there was a great chance he could bind him.
However, after Qin Fengming risked advancing several dozen miles, he still failed to enter the other party's yin mist.
"Hahaha... Pill Sovereign Qin, you should use some other method. If you want to approach this old man, you cannot do it with Ghost Devouring Yin Mist." A burst of laughter surged through the yin mist, making Qin Fengming immediately halt.
The yin mist around him rapidly retracted, and Qin Fengming reappeared in midair.
Several thousand zhang ahead, the dense gray-white ghost mist still churned. As Qin Fengming appeared, the Evil Fiend Ghost Mist also immediately contracted, and Holy Lord Xie Yun revealed himself once more.
Qin Fengming narrowed his eyes, anger