The incident happened too suddenly. No one present had expected it. Just when everything seemed about to come to an end, such a sudden turn of events occurred. Even Qin Fengming, the person involved, could not help showing shock on his face, his entire countenance turning deathly pale.
The web formed from those black threads looked exceedingly strange. Although the threads appeared incredibly fine, once they spread at high speed, they seemed endless. In an instant, they completely enveloped Qin Fengming's body.
From a distance, it looked as though a fine web flashing with black radiance had wrapped around Qin Fengming.
The web was incredibly fine. To outsiders, it seemed one need only struggle lightly to break free of the web woven from those black threads.
But Qin Fengming knew that as the web wrapped around him, a cold, sinister aura immediately enveloped his body. The instant that aura flashed, it invaded his body, causing his soul to tremble in alarm. It seemed those fine black threads were about to imprison his soul directly.
His figure swayed in midair, and he plummeted toward the ground.
"Bang!" With a muffled sound, Qin Fengming fell from the air into the mountain forest below.
Seeing such a sudden change occur before them, the dozen or so cultivators behind Qin Fengming immediately changed expression. Sharp glints flashed through their eyes, though each of them clearly had different thoughts.
But the people who had come with the old man were overjoyed. They hurried forward, instantly surrounding the old man.
"Fellow cultivator Xu, your methods are truly astonishing. You actually captured that middle-aged cultivator so easily."
"I heard long ago that Fellow cultivator Xu had cultivated a soul-locking secret art. I never expected it to be so powerful, allowing you to catch your opponent off guard