Watching the gray-white mist disperse across the open ground, Qin Fengming's gloomy face finally revealed a trace of a smile. With a movement of his body, Kuang Feng vanished.
Facing that Elder Bai, a mid-stage Ghost Lord, Qin Fengming had not dared let Kuang Feng face him alone.
To break through the spell formation before him in one strike, Qin Fengming had paid a tremendous price.
Sixteen Thunderous Talismans infused with spirit liquid, along with the blood of more than a hundred Ghost Commander-level creatures meant to feed his spirit beasts—judging by value, it had absolutely exceeded a hundred million spirit stones.
Though the price had been enormous, the effect had been astonishingly good. With only a single attack, the talisman formation that had left Qin Fengming helpless had collapsed and shattered.
Although this kind of formation possessed a trace of the power of a Sumeru formation, it was absolutely incomparable to a true Sumeru Forbidden Formation. With simultaneous attacks from three directions, each equivalent to the combined might of several Great Cultivators, if it still could not be broken, then no one could break it.
"Hahahaha! It was only a trifling talisman formation. Didn't this Qin break it with ease?"
"Brat, you... you actually destroyed my talisman formation! If I don't capture you, tear out your tendons, and strip off your skin, I'll never be able to vent the hatred in my heart!"
Looking at the young cultivator who had appeared before him, Elder Bai's heart was aching beyond measure.
This talisman formation of his had been obtained by his ancestor through a fortuitous opportunity in an ancient cultivator's cave abode. Relying on this formation, he had once captured and killed two late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivators. Originally, the formation still had enough power for him to use it