Jiao Hong struck with astonishing speed. When he thrust out his palm, none of the others had reacted yet.
It all happened in the blink of an eye.
By the time everyone came to their senses, Qin Hao had already plunged into the endless demonic qi.
Hiss, hiss...
The next instant, Jiao Hong's palm strike passed through the Wind-Rain Sword Domain and slammed into the demonic qi.
Amid a series of hisses, wisps of smoke rose from the enormous palm he had unleashed as the demonic qi ate away at it. Then it vanished completely within the demonic qi.
"How is that possible?!"
Disbelief flashed through Jiao Hong's eyes. Even as he spoke, he appeared at the very front of the passage, where it met the space filled with demonic qi.
"I'm at the ninth layer peak of Saint Martial Realm, yet I can't see through this demonic qi."
"What's more, it's corrosive enough to eat away at my true essence attack!"
Gazing at the dense, churning mass before him, Jiao Hong was startled once again. Then his expression turned utterly grim.
Just moments earlier.
Jiao Hong had intended to capture Qin Hao in a single stroke.
After all, as someone at the ninth layer peak of Saint Martial Realm, he should have been able to crush a mere True Martial Warrior.
Yet Jiao Hong had never imagined that Qin Hao would escape even when he attacked without warning from such close range.
"A second-order domain? The sword domain that brat unleashed at the end had reached at least the second order."
Jiao Hong's cheek twitched, and an inexplicable fire of anger surged through his chest.
He had finally been on the verge of catching Qin Hao, only to let him escape again... because of a moment's carelessness.
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