"Boom, boom,~~~"
Six deafening explosions suddenly rang out almost without pause. Along with the roaring blasts, an enormous wave of energy erupted in an instant, while astral winds capable of tearing cultivators apart immediately rampaged in all directions.
Even the six cultivators a hundred zhang from the explosions abruptly changed expression when faced with the surging astral winds. Their bodies shook violently as they hurriedly retreated backward one after another.
"Hmph, how could a mere junior withstand the combined attack of the six of us? After enduring this joint assault, even if he doesn't die, he will certainly suffer severe injuries." The old man at the head stared at the distant explosion, his eyes flashing with brilliance and a trace of cold mockery on his face.
The other five also wore gloomy expressions, but joy flickered in all their eyes.
In the face of such a powerful attack, a Ghost Commander cultivator would absolutely have no chance of survival.
"Heh heh, is that so? But this humble one is still alive. What can you do about it?" A blurred figure suddenly flashed out from the rock beneath the old man's feet. As a light chuckle rang out, a figure had already appeared beside the old man, while a fist projection simultaneously flashed into existence and slammed toward his chest.
The old man's protective spiritual light was like clay or paper, shattering one after another as the fist projection appeared.
The old man trembled all over when he suddenly heard those words. A rumble exploded in his mind, and before he had the slightest strength to resist, Qin Fengming sealed his magic power. With a casual flick of his hand, he threw the man onto the rocks below.
At that moment, the raging energy at the site of the enormous attack