If it weren't for the Sword Tomb Space—a base where I can recover indefinitely—Qing Shan's tyrannical Divine Soul Attacks would have reduced me to a mindless wreck by now.
'And this is just the servant of Profound Prison's servant,'
Han Feng muttered to himself.
'Qing Shan may be strong, but in the Divine hierarchy of Dragon Abyss, he's just a mid-level figure with some pedigree.
Above him is Profound Prison, a Tier Four Peak overlord.
And above Profound Prison is the true Ancient God of the Xuanwu Tribe.'
Han Feng's gaze grew increasingly grave.
'In just two short days, I've already witnessed all sorts of techniques from the Dragon Abyss Divine.
The Thousand-Eyed Demon Moth excels at Illusion Techniques, Hiss at toxins and Spiritual Contamination, and Qing Shan at Gravity and physical combat.
These Divine beings have a dizzying variety of abilities. Who knows if I'll run into one who has mastered Divine Techniques related to Time or Space?
