Watching the crowd fight, Qin Fengming knew that since the battle had reached this point, they would have to see whose secret art lasted longer. If they wanted to decide the victor in a short time, that wish was already difficult to fulfill.
The Black Fiend Island cultivator, after transforming, had a body so tough that even magic treasures could no longer harm him in the slightest. Yet the baleful object the Qing Ming Sect cultivator had summoned was also astonishingly powerful.
At the same time, the blood-red shield outside the Qing Ming Sect cultivator's body displayed even more astonishing defensive power. If the Black Fiend Island cultivator relied only on his current methods, it would be difficult for him to break through it in a short time.
The four old monks were even steadier than before. Although their only means of attack was sonic waves, their power was extraordinary. Every wave made the transformed demon-headed man's body sway.
Moreover, the shields outside the four monks' bodies were extraordinarily tough. Although two Black Fiend Island cultivators were currently waving their forelimbs and attacking, the shields merely trembled slightly, showing no sign of breaking.
Faced with this situation, Qin Fengming's thoughts stirred greatly. He knew that everyone present was focused on the opponents they were fighting. At this moment, there was a great hope that he could pick the spirit fruit.
After thinking it over briefly, he raised a hand, and a milky-white beetle appeared in it. It was none other than the Silver Sheath Worm. With Qin Fengming's caution, he still planned to send the spirit insect ahead to probe the way first.
At this moment, the number of silver-white specks on the milky-white beetle's wings had increased again. It seemed that after soaking in that mysterious spirit pool, the