The moment Qin Fengming made his move, how could the four remaining Skull Valley cultivators fail to understand? The young cultivator before them was no Core Formation cultivator at all. He was clearly a Nascent Soul cultivator.
The four were decisive as well. They turned and fled in four different directions.
"Hahaha! Since you little juniors have come, do you really think you can leave at your leisure?" Following Qin Fengming's laughter, a streak of rainbow light flashed and shot toward one of the cultivators.
The two sides had originally been two hundred zhang apart, yet that rainbow light arrived first despite setting out later.
That cultivator had flown only twenty or thirty zhang when a figure appeared behind him. Qin Fengming raised his hand and brought his palm down. With a slap, the protective spiritual light shattered.
Then he felt a wave of Restrictive Spell energy surge into him. His mind reeled, and he lost consciousness.
As he captured one fleeing Skull Valley cultivator, Lan Xue'er, who had been sitting cross-legged all this time, had already shot toward a Core Formation cultivator fleeing for his life.
In this aerial environment, where a powerful air-sealing Restrictive Spell existed, the faster one moved, the greater the restrictive pressure one had to withstand. Even Qin Fengming's incomparably tough body found it difficult to use Lightning Escape, so he could only fly at a speed slightly faster than that of a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
"Hmph! Young Valley Master doesn't care who you are. Even if you're a Nascent Soul cultivator, so what? Once the people of Skull Valley arrive, you'll still find it difficult to escape death."
As the third Core Formation cultivator was captured, a cold voice drifted from the dense demonic mist in the distance.
Standing where he was, Qin Fengming