The savage astral wind fell back, the deafening clangor vanished, and the golden smoke that filled the sky dispersed. Qin Fengming hovered in midair, a sharp blade flickering with lightning in his hand, gazing from afar at Divine Son Jin Lin without speaking.
After fighting for so long, Qin Fengming felt that more than half the immortal-spirit energy inside him had been depleted. Just as he was about to bring out the Dry Nether Crystal Stone talisman array to break the other party's confinement, the other man actually stopped.
All this time, Qin Fengming had not merely been straining with all his might to withstand the endless blade-light hacking down at him. Instead, he had suddenly sensed an opportunity: hidden within Jin Lin's sky-filling blade-light attacks was a trace of Sword Intent aura.
Only, that Sword Intent aura had clearly not yet taken shape, and had not formed true Sword Intent.
The moment Qin Fengming sensed it, he immediately wanted to perceive it clearly. Before he knew it, more than half the immortal-spirit energy in his body had already been emptied.
Qin Fengming was puzzled. He did not believe the other party had failed to know that the immortal-spirit energy inside him had already been greatly depleted.
"Divine Son Qin Fengming is indeed extraordinary. At the Mahayana stage, you can already gather such pure immortal-spirit energy inside your body. Even most fellow daoists of the fairyland would find it difficult to compare with Divine Son Qin Fengming. If we compare only the might of divine abilities and spells, this Jin cannot defeat the Divine Son."
Qin Fengming was astonished. He had not expected Divine Son Jin Lin to say such words in public.
For a dignified top-tier fairyland existence to openly admit that the immortal-spirit energy in his body could