Qin Feng had been besieged for so long without launching an attack, remaining in a defensive posture the entire time.
To others, it was like a spent force, a sign of impending defeat.
The blood at the corner of his mouth further supports this speculation.
Hidden in the clouds, Xu Zhenyang and Zeng Lusheng were no longer in a hurry. Watching their enemy slowly die from exhaustion and torment was a kind of enjoyment for them.
Qin Feng's condition seemed to be declining little by little, which made Yin Tiantian frown and remain silent, very worried.
After a while, she couldn't help but ask, "Xiaoxi, do you think Junior Brother might have gone too far? He seems a bit off right now."
Qin Feng was indeed somewhat out of sorts at the moment; he was simultaneously facing his enemy, observing, and pondering how to break through to the next realm.
After understanding Qin Feng's purpose, Leng Yuexi's expression became very calm. "Don't panic, he's fine."
"Oh, it's good? What's so good about it?" Yin Tiantian was very surprised and puzzled.
"Look into his eyes, is it a look of hopelessness?"
"Let me see, huh? He seems to be thinking about something. Is he pondering something?"
Leng Yuexi nodded. "He's using the pressure from the enemy to put himself on the edge of danger, to stimulate himself and increase the pressure. He's observing his physical condition while fighting the enemy."
Yin Tiantian was speechless. "What a pervert."
She was grumbling and cursing, but inside she was incredibly nervous. Her junior brother was really working too hard; no wonder he was improving so quickly.
Qin Feng realized that he was still lacking and needed more pressure.
He yelled at them, "Didn't you eat? Is this all you've got? Are you trying to tickle me?"
It's blatant mockery, a direct and exaggerated mockery.
Yin Tiantian couldn't bear to watch any longer. "Xiaoxi, why is Junior Brother mocking others? Does he think the pressure isn't enough?"
Leng Yuexi smiled slightly, "That's right, Senior Sister is right."
"Ah?" Yin Tiantian exclaimed in surprise.
Zeng Lusheng, hiding in the clouds, felt that Qin Feng's behavior was very strange, but he couldn't figure out what it was, so he remained silent for a while.
The others, however, started offering their opinions.
Zeng Yunpeng said disdainfully, "He's been beaten to a pulp, yet he still tries to act tough. What a weirdo."
"Haha, Young Master Zeng is right. He can only put on a brave front. He won't be able to keep up this act for long."
On the battlefield.
More than twenty Nascent Soul True Monarchs ganged up on one person, and were even mocked by him. Who could stand that?
Nascent Soul True Monarchs, especially those in the late Nascent Soul stage, are influential figures even in Yizhou. Today, they have truly lost face and been humiliated in this way.
They were all furious.
"Good lad, looks like you really want to die."
"Brothers, did you hear that? This kid is humiliating us like this. If we don't show some real skills, we'll be laughed at."
"Hmph, then let him see what we've got."
A massive surge of spiritual energy rushed toward the battlefield, causing winds to rise and clouds to churn, and the world to change color.
boom.
boom.
boom.
Enraged by Qin Feng, these people began to get serious and summoned their Dharma forms.
This would no longer be a twenty-something against one, but rather a doubling of combat power, with forty-something against one.
Seeing that they were serious, Qin Feng grinned, eager to try, looking very much looking forward to it.
Those Nascent Soul True Monarchs were furious and gnashing of hatred at Qin Feng's reaction; it was a full-level taunt.
They took it seriously, but Qin Feng treated it as a joke.
They really misunderstood Qin Feng; he was just satisfied with the pressure.
More than twenty statues surrounded Qin Feng.
The forms of the Dharma are incredibly diverse, including demons, gods, monsters, beasts, and even magical artifacts.
Qin Feng saw that someone's Dharma form was a giant sword, dozens of feet long. It was the first time he had ever seen one. He had seen a roc in Yunxi City before, and this time it broadened his horizons again.
More than twenty Dharma images and the immense aura of more than twenty Nascent Soul True Monarchs pressed down on Qin Feng.
This overwhelming sense of pressure was almost unbearable even for Qin Feng. If it weren't for his strong physique, he probably would have been crushed.
However, this is also what he wants. He wants to take advantage of this pressure to try to build his own domain and break through to the Nascent Soul realm.
A domain is the understanding of laws that allows one to construct their own world, and they are the master of that world.
Even if it's the other party's Dharma form, it should still obey within one's own domain.
Under this immense pressure, Qin Feng's essence, energy, and spirit were elevated to their peak. His mind was extremely focused, and his soul grew under the tremendous pressure, leading to an enhanced understanding of the laws.
But it still didn't work. He was under pressure, but he still couldn't find a glimmer of hope for a breakthrough.
He could not perfect his domain, nor could he find an opportunity to break through to the Divine Transformation stage.
Somewhat disappointingly, although the experiment yielded some results, the outcome was still far from satisfactory.
Just as Qin Feng was lost in thought, the enemy had already arrived.
The enemy doesn't care what you think; more than twenty enormous creatures, demonic birds and beasts, and giant swords charged forward.
Qin Feng did not summon his own Dharma form; he still wanted to give it a try.
However, the approach has changed; it's no longer about defense, but offense.
We can't afford not to attack, but a direct confrontation is simply too much for us to handle.
At this point, he let loose and stopped messing around with them.
It was a battle that determined both victory and defeat, and life and death.
A cold glint appeared in his eyes, and with a hum from the longsword in his hand, a powerful sword intent burst forth, striking towards the giant sword dharma image.
A figure flashed, a sound of air being cut was heard, and a sword thrust straight out.
As he got closer, he also sensed the opponent's sword intent.
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