The gap between Endless and Endless Supreme seemed complicated, but in truth, it was merely a qualitative transformation.
As long as they could use certain methods to leap over that transformation, even the weakest martial cultivators could use those methods to restrain an Endless Supreme.
Wujin Hongyue and the other two had said half an hour at most only because their enemy's cultivation had already reached the Twelve-step.
That was no longer something that could be compared to merely crossing that threshold.
But Wujin Youming's methods differed from theirs. As long as he paid a certain price, he could communicate with the netherworld and rely on its power to forcibly erase an opponent—though only one.
Qin Shaofeng was utterly confused.
Yet the eyes of the Lord of Saints and the other four experts kept flashing with brilliance. Clearly, only people like them, who had truly passed that tribulation, could understand the meaning of this threshold.
"I think I can also impose some degree of restraint. But whether I can restrain a Twelve-step expert, I can't guarantee..." A hesitant voice rang out.
Everyone's gazes focused once more.
When Qin Shaofeng saw who had spoken, his expression became extraordinarily colorful.
Because it was Qi Xian.
When Qin Shaofeng had first met him, Qi Xian had merely been a little fool, duped lame by Fatty Ge—a pampered young master of the second generation.
At that time, he truly possessed impressive talent in formations, but it was only talent.
The period Qin Shaofeng had spent leading him had thoroughly made Qi Xian see himself clearly. Yet that was all—without the heart of an expert, he had no right to speak of strength.
Although his cultivation level had risen for various reasons, in Qin Shaofeng's eyes, he was still merely a young man with decent