Yin Aotian ran ahead, and Qin Feng chased after him.
This scene looks familiar; they had a similar experience not long ago.
However, at that time, Qin Feng was running, and Yin Aotian was chasing after him.
Now the situation has reversed.
Yin Aotian was also quite troubled by Qin Feng's words. Who knew that a mere King Realm kid like him could be so strange as to injure him? And what kind of technique was that strange spiritual light just now?
He is in a very bad state right now. His soul has been severely damaged and his body is also seriously injured. This will definitely not go on. He needs to hurry up and heal.
But Qin Feng followed closely, giving him no chance whatsoever, which left him feeling helpless.
What he didn't know was that Qin Feng's condition wasn't very good either, and he didn't know how long this condition could be maintained.
Qin Feng was also very anxious. He was thinking that if he really couldn't catch up, he would have to give up.
Yin Aotian ran for another quarter of an hour before stopping. He had made a decision.
He stared at Qin Feng with icy eyes, his voice filled with anger, "Kid, is this really not going to end here?"
Qin Feng answered him with action, unleashing a cold sword light that added a new wound to Yin Aotian's massive wolf body.
Yin Aotian winced in pain, his eyes filled with boundless hatred, and roared, "Boy, you've successfully angered me!"
Qin Feng ignored him and continued his attack.
This time, Yin Aotian didn't even try to dodge; he stood still and took both of Qin Feng's sword strikes head-on.
This puzzled Qin Feng greatly. Had the other party given up? He quickly dismissed the guess.
Then he heard Yin Aotian's icy voice ring out, "You really think I can't handle you? Accept my wrath, Silver Moon Judgment."
All that could be seen was a silvery-white crescent moon rising on Yin Aotian's forehead, radiating brilliant light.
It was broad daylight, with the sun blazing overhead, but the entire area turned into night, with only the silver moon on Yin Aotian's forehead visible.
At this moment, Yin Aotian was like a god descending to earth, radiating light and holiness.
But at this moment, Qin Feng felt a chill run down his spine. He had a very bad feeling when he saw the light emanating from the crescent moon.
Yin Aotian's voice rang out again, so cold and indifferent, "The trial begins."
The silver moon above his head emitted a bright white light that enveloped Qin Feng.
Qin Feng's actions were affected, and he couldn't escape it even if he wanted to.
He could only unleash sword energy at the approaching white light, but it was useless; the light emitted by the silver moon still enveloped him.
He felt cold all over and was very uncomfortable.
Yin Aotian looked at Qin Feng coldly, "I declare you guilty. Sinner, receive the baptism of divine light."
The silver moonlight shone brightly, showering Qin Feng with even more light, penetrating every inch of his body.
Qin Feng felt a chill and stinging pain all over his body. His spiritual power was constantly decreasing, and his cultivation level was showing signs of declining.
Qin Feng was shocked. What kind of bizarre method was this? Could it possibly weaken a person's cultivation level?
No, if he's really that powerful, why didn't Yin Aotian show up in the first place and instead kept running away?
Yin Aotian's move must have some limitations or drawbacks; he only used it out of desperation.
Qin Feng looked at Yin Aotian and found that the other party was indeed in even worse condition.
Yin Aotian's face was pale, and he was visibly weak, in worse condition than before. The silver moon mark on his head had also dimmed considerably.
What surprised Qin Feng even more was that Yin Aotian's cultivation level was also declining little by little.
Qin Feng sneered inwardly. This sounds so impressive, all this talk of trial and baptism, but it turns out to be a tactic that kills a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of your own.
No wonder Yin Aotian didn't use it at first.
However, Qin Feng felt something was off; the silver moon mark gave him a very strange feeling.
And Yin Aotian made such a big commotion, stopping in his tracks and determined to fight him. Could this be the extent of it? This doesn't make sense.
As expected, Yin Aotian's next move proved that his guess was correct.
Yin Aotian's gaze grew even colder, his eyes resolute, and he stared at Qin Feng with fury in them, solemnly uttering two words, "Spirit Restriction."
Qin Feng immediately lost all sense of spiritual energy around him; even the spiritual energy of the small world was sealed off and isolated. What a bizarre method.
The only thing he can use right now is the spiritual energy that exists within the meridians of his body.
However, Yin Aotian's methods did not stop there. He uttered two more words, "Burning Spirit".
Qin Feng's spiritual power was out of control. Guided by the silver moonlight, it spontaneously combusted, and his entire body was engulfed in pale blue flames.
Yin Aotian looked at Qin Feng's condition and revealed a long-lost smile.
"It's beautiful. I haven't seen it in a long time. Azure, pure white, such beautiful flames."
What's most remarkable is that he still uses the spiritual energy in your body as fuel until he burns out all the spiritual energy in your body's meridians.
Oh, and one more thing to remind you: as your spiritual power decreases, your cultivation level will continue to decline until you are reduced to a mortal and eventually turn to ashes.
This is the innate divine power of my Silver Moon Wolf Clan, Silver Moon Judgment, which can only be used once every hundred years of preparation.
This was originally a method I saved to deal with powerful enemies at the Emperor Realm, and now it's been wasted on you. For a mere King Realm cultivator to receive such treatment, you're quite fortunate."
Qin Feng had no time to admire the flames burning within him, nor did he have the leisure to listen to his nonsensical praises. He was simply aware of the power of this innate divine ability.
The burning flames were strange; they weren't intensely hot, but rather bone-chillingly cold, freezing to the core. Qin Feng felt a sharp, icy pain throughout his body.
What made him feel even worse was that his spiritual power was rapidly declining, and his cultivation level was gradually decreasing.
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