Feng Qing understood that he might become far stronger than She Xingde in the future, but he was no match for him yet.
Besides, his transformations and divine abilities were countered by his opponent. He truly should not charge in recklessly.
Without hesitation, he employed the means Li Ling had taught him: a portion of Returning Soul Incense refined with special spirit materials, serving as an anchor for soul projection and descent into this place.
No one could perceive this mode of spirit soul movement, but the atmosphere of fragrance arriving before any figure appeared could not have been more obvious. For a moment, everyone felt as though they had fallen into a shadowy dream.
"Incense rises from a sincere heart, smoke comes forth from faith. One true devotion reaches heaven's realm, and perfected ones descend the jade steps! I humbly beseech your sacred manifestation!"
Feng Qing murmured the incantation, his spiritual intent turning into blazing incense offerings that flowed ceaselessly toward Li Ling's soul.
Li Ling cast a thread of his will upon it. A radiant, fierce presence spread through the mist swirling like incense smoke, immediately manifesting gang essence and forming a hazy figure a short distance in front of Feng Qing.
She Xingde looked over in surprise. "What is this?"
His gaze could not penetrate the mist, but he instinctively sensed an immense threat.
The next instant, a massive blade of gang essence tore through the air.
Its keen edge cut through the mist, and the seawater swiftly parted to either side. Like a flying shuttle cleaving wind and waves, it ripped straight through the octopus tentacles, then drove deep inside with the unstoppable force of splitting bamboo.
She Xingde grunted, even more astonished.
In fury, he raised a hundred tentacles, lashing in every direction like a