"Still trying to escape? Too late!"
A fist imprint of the Treasure-Refining Ghost Art blasted through the enormous Cyan Cicada's abdomen. The gravely wounded Cyan Cicada tried to flee without even letting out a cry, but Qin Fengming had struck true—how could he possibly hold back? Amid a beastly roar, a ferocious demonic beast with a sharp horn on its head suddenly pounced out.
A thick surge of soul energy gushed forth, and the ferocious demonic beast already had the Cyan Cicada's head clamped between its jaws.
With a crisp crack, the Cyan Cicada's head was forcibly bitten off.
"Even if you turn into ten thousand strands of soul, don't even think of escaping." Qin Fengming let out another thunderous shout, and a strange soul sound wave immediately blanketed the surrounding area.
They suddenly burst apart. Countless soul fragments had only just appeared when they instantly froze in a daze.
A mass of murky yellow mist surged into being, and strand after strand of soul was immediately submerged within it. Not a single one managed to escape. A small beast covered in golden fur revealed itself, its mouth bobbing as it wore an animated, delighted expression.
The Cyan Cicada Demon Lord had always prided himself on possessing heaven-defying methods of escape. This time, however, his own carelessness had truly brought about his downfall. He was thoroughly slain by the Soul Devouring Beast, which had just advanced to Mahayana.
Qin Fengming waved his hand and drew a solid, thin wing into his palm, his eyes brimming with delight.
The two Cyan Cicada demon wings were both tough and sharp. They were the Cyan Cicada Demon Lord's natal treasures, and Qin Fengming had personally experienced how extraordinary they were. He had obtained one the last time; now, he had a matching pair,