The old ghost cultivator did not engage Qin Fengming here. Instead, he turned and glided off to one side. His entire body seemed not to move at all, yet his speed was astonishingly fast. In a flash, he had already gone a thousand zhang away.
Qin Fengming circulated his incantation art. Five-colored radiance flashed across his body, and he followed close behind.
Coming to a stop, the old ghost cultivator looked at the Integration stage cultivator who had followed him there. Caution surfaced in his eyes. He formed hand seals, and black yin mist immediately billowed from his entire body.
He was cautious and suspicious by nature. Now that he saw Qin Fengming follow straight after him without the slightest abnormality on his face, vigilance naturally surfaced in his heart.
The ghost cultivator had never seen Qin Fengming make a move, so of course he did not know that Qin Fengming's methods greatly restrained yin souls and ghost creatures. Green light flickered wildly in his eyes, and a strange gaze flashed forth. As the yin mist around his body churned, his figure abruptly vanished on the spot.
Surrounded by this dense yin mist, Qin Fengming's vigilance had already risen to its peak.
Blue light flickered in his eyes, and he had long since locked onto the ghost cultivator within the yin mist. Yet what made his heart jolt was that as the yin mist enveloping the ghost cultivator surged violently, the figure within suddenly disappeared.
Even under the scrutiny of Qin Fengming's divine sense and Pure Spirit Divine Eye, he could not see the ghost cultivator's movement trajectory.
This was the first time Qin Fengming had encountered such a situation since embarking on the path of cultivation. It was as though the ghost cultivator had suddenly transformed into yin mist