"Damn it! Why did that little fellow activate the killing formation? Are you courting death? Fine, this old man will risk losing more vital essence to save you once."
Just as Qin Fengming released his first fire serpent, a furious curse suddenly rang out from the coffin in the temple. As the voice rose, the old man, who had already lain down, sat upright again.
At the same time, he formed seals with both hands, preparing to perform some divine ability or secret art.
But suddenly, the old man stopped his rapidly moving hands, and his incantation fell silent. A glimmer of life abruptly appeared in his lifeless eyes.
"Could that little fellow have a way to withstand the killing formation?"
The startled murmur escaped the old man's lips, his expression shifting uncertainly.
The moment the old man finished speaking was also the moment Qin Fengming sent out three fire serpents and saw them destroyed. Yet not a trace of fear appeared on Qin Fengming's face. Instead, the destruction of the three fire serpents brought a hint of delight to his expression.
As multicolored radiance appeared around the formation and layer upon layer of lightning nets manifested on its barrier, his eyes gleamed. His gaze fixed on a patch of fluctuating multicolored light that kept moving amid the flashing radiance.
That spot appeared no different from any other part of the formation.
But in Qin Fengming's eyes, those rapidly moving streaks of multicolored light differed greatly from the others darting and roaming around them.
Amid flashes of silver lightning, nets woven from silvery-white arcs had already appeared. In a flash, they closed in on Qin Fengming. Crackling rang constantly between the arcs, while tiny bolts threaded through the nets with chilling sounds, as though they would slice Qin Fengming into