Low-grade Ghost Saint

Qingfeng waved his hand to stop the quarreling of the two demonic beasts. He said, "Stop fighting, let me kill this lackey of the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint first."

Qingfeng activated his clairvoyance and a flash of golden light appeared. Instantly, he saw the Ghost Saint.

Qingfeng could clearly see that the Ghost Saint was a low-grade saint. It was not very powerful and not a threat to Qingfeng at all.

Qingfeng waved his fist forward and caused an explosion within the air. Instantly, the surrounding phantoms that made up the Black Fog were blasted towards the low-grade Ghost Saint.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint furrowed his brows when he sensed the terrifying power in Qingfeng's fist. He could sense that Qingfeng' power rivaled the power of his Master, the Three-Eyed Ghost Saint.

The Low-grade Ghost Saint waved his palm and gathered a gigantic black whirlpool which was made up of phantoms and ghostly souls to block Qingfeng's fist.