At this moment, Li Changqing saw the Ghost Qi in front of him being forcibly torn apart by something.
Within the Ghost Qi appeared a huge rift, floating above Li Changqing's Divine Soul Lake, extremely eerie.
At the same time, an astonishing suction force was released from the rift.
Li Changqing's robes flapped loudly, as if he were about to be drawn into the rift by this force.
"Humph!"
Li Changqing let out an angry hum, his voice resonating like a bell. Although he wasn't very familiar with controlling the Divine Soul, at this critical moment between life and death, he relied on his mighty Divine Soul to resist this suction force.
Despite the strong suction force, it was unable to overcome Li Changqing.
Standing firm like a rock, Li Changqing remained unmoved.
Even as the fierce winds roared, he stood steadfast among them, unmoving like a mountain.
The power released from this eerie painting was strong, but not to the point where it was overpowering.
"What is that...?"
