Searching by sensing the extremely faint energy fluctuation several li ahead, Qin Fengming greatly admired the Ghost Cultivator's ability to conceal his aura.
If Qin Fengming had not kept the Ghost Cultivator's aura locked on from the beginning, it would have been absolutely impossible to discover that an extremely weak strand of Yin soul energy was rapidly fleeing through this land shrouded in Yin mist.
Both sides moved extremely fast. In merely a short while, they had already flown several dozen li.
The old man flying ahead found it utterly baffling that the person behind him dared to pursue him alone.
With his own cultivation, the mere early Core Formation cultivator behind him had actually continued pursuing him alone, and his speed was no slower than his own. It even seemed that he intended to intercept and kill him.
At this thought, the old man's anger surged.
This time, he had led more than a dozen subordinates here, originally intending to capture several cultivators as an offering to the Holy Lord. He had not expected his opponents to come prepared. After only a brief exchange, most of his men had been lost, and even he had been forced to flee in disarray.
He had encountered such stifling humiliation for the first time in several hundred years.
But at this moment, the old man did not dare stop and fight the early Core Formation cultivator behind him for even an instant.
The six white streaks of light that had attacked earlier were simply too powerful, giving him a feeling that they were impossible to withstand. Although the old man believed his abilities were formidable, once he fell into the encirclement of those six people, he would have no choice but to await death.
The two of them unexpectedly displayed remarkable tacit