"Hahahaha, you wretched slut, if Tang were not in such poor condition, with his spiritual sense heavily depleted, killing you would not be difficult at all. This time, I'll let you two live a little longer. Pfft—"
As the enormous greenish barrier flickered, Tang Furen's figure appeared before Fu Qiong. Looking at the female cultivator's pale but furious face, he burst into loud laughter.
Yet just as he finished speaking, his body suddenly trembled, and a mouthful of thick blood abruptly sprayed out.
Faced with this sudden change, Tang Furen's expression drastically shifted. He glanced at Fu Qiong outside the restrictive barrier and then at Qin Fengming in the distance. Without another word, he turned and shot rapidly toward the distant area shrouded in white mist.
Seeing Tang Furen in the restrictive barrier in such a state, a sharp glint merely flashed through Fu Qiong's eyes. Not the slightest trace of delight appeared on her face.
She could naturally see that the detestable middle-aged cultivator had merely overdrawn all kinds of bodily functions. He had not actually suffered any injuries. With his abilities, he would completely recover after resting quietly for several days.
Qin Fengming, who was sitting cross-legged on the stone ground, had naturally witnessed the battle between Fu Qiong and Tang Furen. However, his condition was truly wretched beyond compare.
Although the enormous soul-force python had not, like the Burly Man, forcibly extracted his soul essence, his condition had still weakened to the extreme after that strange attack.
Rousing the little spiritual power he could still control, he had already gripped the Dragon Pattern Mystic Tortoise Shell Shield. At the same time, he endured the agonizing pain in his spiritual sense and prepared to summon the three puppets at any moment.
His condition was abysmal. In his current