Qin Fengming did not know what divine ability or spell Zou Rui was using, but from Holy Lord Nie Po's urgent voice, he could tell that it was certainly an attack even more powerful and terrifying than the Blood Dragons.
At this moment, everyone on the battlefield was entangled by the Blood Dragons.
Holy Lord Nie Po faced thirty or forty Blood Dragons that kept exploding apart before swiftly condensing and re-forming, making him the one under the greatest pressure. The other eleven people faced only a dozen or so Blood Dragons each.
Regardless, no one could break away and attack Zou Rui at this moment.
Zou Rui hovered deep within the sea of blood, with the tall altar below him. He paid no attention to the thunderous booms in the distance or the Blood Dragons constantly shattering apart.
As long as the sea of blood did not run dry, the Blood Dragons could never be completely destroyed.
"Brat, you're courting death!" The instant he saw Qin Fengming transform into a streak of escaping light and hurtle toward him, Zou Rui's face suddenly turned icy cold, and a low shout came from his mouth.
He did not stop casting his spell. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and spat out a stream of white airflow.
As soon as the airflow left his mouth, the void rippled and trembled. Ripple after ripple spread through the air. At first, they were not violent, but in the blink of an eye, a terrifying, surging hurricane appeared, carrying a sky full of red mist as it suddenly swept toward the rapidly approaching Qin Fengming.
Qin Fengming saw clearly that the hurricane-like mist contained densely packed invisible blades.
This stream of airflow was undoubtedly a mouthful of Origin True Qi that Zou Rui had nurtured