Just as Qin Fengming was startled by the nearly twenty guards rapidly pursuing him from behind, a sudden, eerie cackling sound rang out from the dense fog ahead.
"Don't stop, little friend. There are two final guards ahead. As long as we can get past them, we'll reach the Teleportation Array. Use whatever means you have as quickly as possible. Don't let the guards behind us entangle you."
As Qin Fengming's heart trembled with fear, the Ghost cultivator elder beside him, who had not slowed in the slightest, hurriedly transmitted his voice to him.
Hearing this, Qin Fengming naturally understood. With a flip of his hand, the talisman in his grasp vanished. Then he rapidly waved both hands, and two Soul Devouring Claws shot toward one of the ghost creatures whose form had just appeared.
To Qin Fengming's surprise, the Ghost cultivator elder only two or three zhang away did not unleash any attack. Instead, his body blurred, and he charged straight at the Ghost Lord-stage ghost creature blocking his path.
Qin Fengming was startled, but he immediately understood. The Ghost cultivator elder was originally a corpse that had developed a soul, and his true body was incomparably tough. Grappling physically with a Ghost Lord ghost creature would naturally pose little difficulty.
The two of them seemed not to slow at all before the two guards ahead. Under their rapid attacks, the two guards, capable only of physical combat, were each held back by their strikes. Their bodies blurred, and they vaulted past them in turn.
But at that very moment, the group of guards behind them had also rushed close. Amid a continuous series of whooshing sounds, they pounced toward Qin Fengming and the Ghost cultivator elder.
Qin Fengming had naturally seen the attacks from behind. But at this