"Ah... Second Brother... Second Brother, how are you?"
The moment the cultivator accompanying the old man saw him in such a state, he panicked and shouted as he tried to rush over.
The demon had already landed a successful blow, so how could it hesitate? With a flicker of its body, it pounced toward the remaining old man.
The two old men had originally been thirty or forty yards closer to the demon than Qin Fengming. Moreover, the demon was deeply wary of Qin Fengming's talismans. Thus, it intended to capture the two old men first before slowly dealing with that exceedingly troublesome young cultivator.
The two sides had only been several dozen yards apart to begin with. With the demon's divine ability, it took only a few flickers for it to reach the old man.
Nascent Soul cultivators who acted together were bound to have an extraordinary relationship. From the old man's shout, it was obvious that the other old man was his fellow clansman and brother. As the saying went, concern brought chaos. Under normal circumstances, the old man would never have rushed over to check on his Second Brother's injuries.
But at this moment, his mind was already utterly exhausted, and his usual vigilance had greatly diminished. He still flew toward where his Second Brother lay, causing him to lose the initiative to join forces with Qin Fengming and block the demon at the first opportunity.
The moment the old man saw the demon rushing toward him, he was badly startled. He spun around, fixed his eyes on the demon, and rapidly waved both hands. A skull as large as a square table flew from his hands.
Although the old man's skull secret art was difficult to compare with the skull he had unleashed when attacking Qin