Following an angry shout from the sky, Zhuang Daoqin and the others suddenly felt the ice-needle attacks outside the formation they occupied weaken sharply.
The formation that had just been tottering on the verge of collapse, terrifying everyone, stabilized once more.
As blood rain surged madly through the sky, it shot toward the distant mass of black mist that had already begun to dissipate. Amid a hissing barrage, tens of millions of blood-colored ice needles instantly struck the black mist.
As the mist dispersed, a black banner several zhang in size was revealed on the spot.
The banner was wrapped in a mass of black fog. Roars of beasts had originally filled the air around it, but now not the slightest sound emerged.
Even more astonishingly, the young man who had been swept into the dark mist had now vanished without a trace.
Hidden in the sky and hopping mad, Poison Saint Venerable had a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His natal treasure had just been damaged, clearly worsening his injuries by another two points.
Looking at the empty space below, the Integration stage cultivator revealed an expression of disbelief.
That detestable young man had actually vanished after only one wave of blood-rain attacks.
Poison Saint Venerable did not believe that the most troublesome young cultivator since the battle began could have perished under just one wave of his frigid ice needles.
His divine sense rapidly spread out, instantly enveloping the area within several hundred zhang.
But to Poison Saint Venerable's speechless dismay, there was not the slightest trace of the young cultivator anywhere around them.
Seeing the ice needles covering the sky and earth sweep toward the dark mist where Qin Fengming was, Zhuang Daoqin and the others were also greatly alarmed. They had personally