Mocking laughter drifted from afar, utterly unrestrained yet exceedingly composed, as though he understood Qin Fengming's every move and was certain he had him firmly in the palm of his hand.
Along with those derisive words, Qin Fengming suddenly sensed dark radiance flashing wildly at the edge of the vast red Yin mist. The figures of the cultivators who had self-detonated moments ago appeared once more within the dense Yin mist.
Another buzzing sound rang out. Vast energy fluctuations surged, and the vanished restriction lights reappeared.
Sensing the immense restriction energy surging around him, Qin Fengming felt a flicker of unease, but he quickly regained his composure.
Although this formation restriction seemed tough and difficult to break, it was definitely not a formation focused on killing. If the formation's attacks were too powerful, the souls within it would surely be annihilated as well. That was absolutely not what the Ghost Network controlling the formation wanted.
"Hmph. Even if you trap this Qin with the formation, do you really think these third-rate souls can kill this Qin?" His divine sense swept across the surroundings, but he still could not find the figure of Ghost Network, who controlled the formation. With a gloomy expression, Qin Fengming snorted coldly and spoke decisively.
After Qin Fengming finished speaking, mocking laughter rang out again, and disdainful words immediately echoed through the Yin mist:
"No matter what means you used to escape from the hands of three mighty beings, once you enter this formation, you can forget about leaving alive. But this old man does not want you to die so quickly. I want to see exactly what means you possess that could render the three mighty beings' efforts fruitless."
A bell chime containing power rang out. The thick red Yin mist surrounding the Ghost Devouring