Qin Fengming was certainly no reckless man. After witnessing Mo Tian and Yinluo Holy Lord's current predicament, he naturally had no intention of going forward to try anything.
Looking at Ke Xingxin beneath a stone pillar in the distance, his expression grew extremely solemn.
The stone pillars stood a full seventy or eighty zhang from that great hall. In theory, with Ke Xingxin and the others' strength, they should not have been so helpless that, from such a distance, they were still trapped in the murderous aura and unable to escape.
There was certainly some circumstance here that Qin Fengming knew nothing about.
"Senior Ke, could there be something strange about those stone pillars?"
For more than a dozen cultivators to be forced to remain where they were, willingly resisting wave after wave of murderous aura—in addition to some danger hidden in the stone pillars and that treasure, Qin Fengming truly could not see what other peril there might be.
"What you said is correct, Little Friend. An extremely powerful binding force exists around these stone pillars. The instant any of us moves even slightly, an unbearable force will strike our bodies. Even a Shapeshifting demon cultivator would surely suffer severe injuries beneath that tremendous force. Earlier, two fellow Daoists who were Shapeshifting demon cultivators were directly torn to pieces on the spot by that force. Even their demon cores failed to escape. However, as long as we do not move, we remain safe."
A binding force capable of tearing a Shapeshifting demon cultivator apart in midair—no wonder none of the dozen or so late Nascent Soul stage and peak cultivators present had moved.
"This restriction is actually so powerful. But how did that female cultivator and those people with Mo Tian break free of it?"
Mo Tian could transform