His vision blurred. The Li Lineage's Old Ancestor felt a surge of energy before him, and suddenly he could no longer summon even a trace of his magical power. Without that power to sustain it, the emerald-green natal treasure that had just descended close to his head froze in midair, unable to drop another inch.
Looking at the old man in demonic robes surnamed Li, who now lay motionless on the ground before him, the Li Lineage's Old Ancestor was terrified to the extreme.
Only two or three breaths had passed since Elder Li had appeared and begun fighting the middle-aged cultivator opposite him.
In that brief span, the two Ghost Lord cultivators on his side had both been captured before they could even activate their natal treasures.
Even now, the Li Lineage's Old Ancestor had no idea how his opponent had reached him and sealed the magical power within his body. All he had seen was a faint figure flash before Elder Li as he flew backward, followed by the old man plummeting from the air.
Although he did not know how the middle-aged cultivator had struck, the Li Lineage's Old Ancestor now understood one thing perfectly: this man was no Ghost Marshal. He was unquestionably an existence far more powerful than himself.
As terror surged through the Li Lineage's Old Ancestor, a figure flashed, and Qin Fengming stood before him once more.
"This humble one has already given your Li Lineage two chances. Unfortunately, you turned a deaf ear and paid no heed. Now that things have come to this, do you have anything left to say, Fellow Daoist?"
Staring wide-eyed at the middle-aged cultivator who had reappeared before him, the Li Lineage's Old Ancestor could not utter a single word.
Standing in the distance, Yan Jing watched