"So, do you intend to attack us?" A sharp gleam flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes as he looked at the first few men approaching. His expression darkened, and he demanded sternly.
As his voice rang out, a surge of black mist enveloped him. Then he stirred and moved to meet the approaching cultivators.
Although Qin Fengming had concealed himself, the cultivators approaching him were delighted to see him leave the others behind. After a brief exchange of whispered voice transmissions, they immediately reached an agreement.
The two sides had initially been over two hundred zhang apart. Although neither used a high-speed movement technique, they closed to within seventy or eighty zhang of one another in mere moments.
"Hahaha! You underestimated us far too much. Now that you're surrounded, even those ten allies of yours can't save you. That token belongs to us!" Suddenly, the cultivators sprang into action. Their speed surged, and in an instant, they surrounded Qin Fengming in a half-fan formation.
"Hmph! You truly underestimate this humble one. You won't even know how you died..."
"Everyone, attack! Kill him!"
Whoosh! Just as Qin Fengming was about to act, a shout suddenly rang out behind him. Four immensely powerful attacks flashed forth, racing like the wind and lightning toward the center of his back.
At the same time, the Ghost Commander cultivators who had already taken their positions raised their hands. Magic treasures and secret techniques appeared in succession. Almost instantly, attacks sealed off both Qin Fengming's front and rear. Even if he wanted to flee now, there was no escape route left.
"You have no idea what death awaits you." Just as everyone unleashed their attacks, an utterly unruffled voice rang out. Then a faint sound pierced their souls and echoed in their ears.
Every cultivator within a