Cui Qi's expression was grave. With a low growl, the entire Divine's Pure Land contracted, trying to trap Qin Ming within. It was like a quagmire; if the prey sank into it, the more they struggled, the deeper they'd be ensnared.
Moreover, Cui Qi himself was approaching the opponent, releasing a Spirit Field, resonating with the Pure Land, intending to seal off that Sword Cultivator.
Qin Ming's face was indifferent. Although the opponent had many techniques, none of them could cause him any substantial harm.
In an instant, Pure Yang Sword Light erupted outside his body, followed by several flying swords, resembling small suns hanging in the sky, slashing horizontally and vertically, ultimately destroying dead wood, tearing the Pure Land apart and breaking the Spirit Field.
Cui Qi was disheveled, his green light dimming, covered in blood, his Foundation of Godhood destroyed. If he was outside, he would be very miserable.
