As the voice transmission rang out, Qin Fengming's incomparably powerful divine sense surged rapidly into the distance.
Rong Qing and Kuang Feng had not gone far. Four hundred miles away, five streaks of escaping light shot toward them, all moving with astonishing speed.
The two in front were Rong Qing and Kuang Feng, who had set out to capture the two Ghost Dao cultivators. Behind them, three cultivators were pursuing them relentlessly. The foremost one had indeed reached the mid Ghost Lord realm.
Qin Fengming's heart tightened when he suddenly saw this.
Although Rong Qing and Kuang Feng were nominally his servants, Qin Fengming had never treated them as subordinates. He had always regarded them as close friends. Seeing the two of them suddenly pursued by a powerful cultivator filled him with great concern.
"Fellow Daoist Hailian, please wait here for a moment. This Qin still has something to ask you about. I hope you can stay a while before leaving." As he spoke, Qin Fengming's figure blurred, and he transformed into a streak of escaping light that shot into the distance.
Watching the young man recede, the gaunt old man could scarcely believe what had happened before his eyes.
His movement technique was far too swift. Compared with the mid Shapeshifting stage cultivators he knew well, it was several times faster—and more than twice as fast as his own.
The gaunt sea cultivator stood above the ocean for a long while, showing no intention of leaving.
As for whether the gaunt sea cultivator would seize this opportunity to leave, Qin Fengming could no longer spare much thought for it. Faced with a mid Ghost Lord, the safety of Rong Qing and Kuang Feng naturally mattered more than anything else.
Although the escaping light Qin Fengming controlled used only the