Qin Fengming's face was deathly pale, as if the sudden turn of events had left him rooted to the spot. Facing the black-robed old man's attack, he was utterly powerless to resist.
A mass of black mist swept over him, and his figure vanished on the spot.
"Hahaha, fellow Daoists, please wait a moment. Once I complete the possession, I will naturally lead you all safely to that strange place." As the black mist rose, the black-robed old man vanished without a trace.
Looking at the many mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators around him, each wearing a different expression, the five Great Cultivators' faces did not change in the slightest, as if they had no concern whatsoever for whether the others lived or died.
Although the mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators who had been with Qin Fengming had escaped this calamity, they felt only slightly better at this moment. In the hands of several Great Cultivators, they knew that they were nothing more than cannon fodder.
If they could safely reach that strange place, so much the better. But if any danger arose along the way, they would inevitably be the first ones sent forward to take the bullets.
The strong preyed on the weak; in the Cultivation World, this was displayed with even more starkness.
Inside the black mist, Qin Fengming had already fallen into a state of unconsciousness. When the black-robed old man released the black mist and swept him into it, an exceedingly powerful soul Restrictive Spell instantly enveloped him.
His unconsciousness was, of course, merely a surface phenomenon.
Qin Fengming's own soul power had long since far surpassed that of a peak Ghost Lord cultivator. Naturally, he could not be so easily bound by the soul of a mere late-stage Ghost Lord.
When he heard the black-robed old