Seeing the two men act this way, Qin Fengming did not remain idle either. With a series of waves of his hands, five Puppets appeared before him. The instant they materialized, they lunged toward the two old men ahead without hesitation.
The five Puppets actually abandoned ranged attacks, seemingly intent on engaging their opponents in hand-to-hand combat.
"You... you're the cultivator who killed Ghost Hand Venerable's disciple!"
At the sudden appearance of five Puppets displaying peak Ghost Commander cultivation, the opposing cultivators erupted in cries of alarm. Even the two old men, already prepared for battle, revealed expressions of terror.
Although none of them had seen Qin Fengming before, they had all heard of the five Puppets. The final disciple of a late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivator in Jian'an Prefecture had been killed by a cultivator who commanded five Puppets.
Now that five peak Ghost Commander Puppets had appeared, they naturally recognized Qin Fengming at once.
Despite their fear, the two old men were hardly strangers to the world. In their present circumstances, they would certainly not surrender without a fight. Each raised a hand and unleashed his powerful techniques.
One waved his hand, unfurling a scroll in midair. Billowing clouds of radiant mist immediately poured out of it and swept toward three of the charging Puppets, engulfing them in an instant.
As light blazed through the air, the vast, astonishing cloud of radiant mist rolled back into the scroll with the three Puppets in tow. Their figures vanished from the battlefield.
A scroll several dozen feet tall hung in midair, fluttering in the wind and shimmering with peculiar radiance.
Within the painting, halls and towers stood half-hidden among white clouds, resembling an immortal paradise.
On the other side, the second old man waved his hand, and a stark-white skeleton