The cultivators were stunned. Divine Son Mo Sheng, who had held the absolute upper hand just moments ago, had suddenly come under Qin Fengming's attack. The attack was so sharp that it broke through the terrifying protective spiritual light around Divine Son Mo Sheng in a single stroke; even his battle armor failed to withstand it.
The shift between offense and defense had happened too quickly. In the midst of the clash, Divine Son Mo Sheng had been circulating his aura and remaining fully vigilant, yet he still failed to react in time.
He could never have imagined that the enemy who had been fleeing and dodging dozens of yards ahead of him just moments ago, desperately urging his sword arts and divine abilities to fend off his claws, would suddenly vanish—and then send an attack straight to his side.
The situation was far too strange. In his impression, such a thing should have been impossible for a Mahayana cultivator.
Even Immortal Realm cultivators—there were only a few who could withstand the terrifying spatial compression caused by such speed.
What Qin Fengming had used was precisely the Demonic Light Shadow divine ability. Several days ago, when he had fought Meng Shen, he had not been casually entangling Meng Shen. Instead, by locking forces with Meng Shen in this space, he had secretly activated a large number of Demonic Light Shadow Spirit Patterns and scattered densely packed spatial star points throughout this vast region.
After entering once more, Qin Fengming sensed them slightly and immediately realized that those spatial star points had not completely dissipated. Quite a few still remained scattered across this area.
Outside the battlefield, the more than one hundred Immortal Realm experts gathered there all changed expressions.
Although they could not tell what divine ability Qin Fengming had