Anyone with sharp eyes could see it.
Qin Qi's Supreme Yang True Flame had already left Mo Qianyi completely helpless.
Once Divine Sense was locked, it meant Qin Qi could no longer unleash the power of his Supreme Yang True Flame to track Mo Qianyi.
"So Divine Sense's effect is sealed, huh." Qin Qi remarked, calm as ever, unfazed. "This high disciple of the Xuan Yi Sect sure has endless tricks!"
To deal with him was indeed much harder than those few Fake Core Stage geniuses before.
And Mo Qianyi, hidden in the water mist, let out a cold sneer. "Although I can't tell what magic technique this kid cultivated, that flame of his is a real pain. But as long as Divine Sense is locked, no matter how terrifying his flame power, he won't have a clue where to start!"
"Next, I'll use this move and utterly destroy him. Hmph, Qin—forcing me to use this method, you can be proud even in death!"
He squinted, eyes locking clearly onto Qin Qi's position.
