Above the Spirit Rest Archipelago.
The cultivator armies of both the righteous and demonic paths all revealed expressions of utter terror when they saw the Blood Prison Demon Lord descend.
"A Spirit Transformation Demon Lord!"
They had not expected the Spirit Transformation Demon Lord of the Blood Refinement Demon Sect to personally descend upon this battlefield.
However, Qin Ming had long been aware of this intelligence.
Xiao Xun's heart also tightened as she looked at the Blood Prison Demon Lord. Yet seeing Qin Ming's utterly composed demeanor, she knew he had clearly come prepared.
The Blood Prison Demon Lord stood in the air, and the terrifying aura surrounding him made the black imperial robe embroidered with demonic patterns flutter without wind.
The next moment.
The Blood Prison Demon Lord's cold, abyss-like gaze turned toward Qin Ming. A violent tide of Divine Sense stirred the winds and clouds, sweeping brazenly toward Qin Ming.
"Just a Nascent Soul Perfection cultivator—what makes you think you can stand against This Seat?"
In an instant.
An incomparably terrifying force of spatial suppression crashed down, as though it would crush everything within reach of his Divine Sense into nothingness.
Meanwhile.
Qin Ming stood like an evergreen ancient tree that had weathered the vicissitudes of countless ages—towering eternally, never falling, bearing witness to the passage of time and the changing of mountains and rivers.
His mighty Divine Sense, comparable to that of an early Spirit Transformation cultivator, also transformed into a Divine Sense storm and swept toward his opponent with devastating force.
Boom!!
The two streams of Spirit Transformation Divine Sense collided abruptly in the skies, directly twisting space and tearing open rifts in the void.
Under the strangling force of that terror, everything nearby was ground to dust.
A slight frown creased the Blood Prison Demon