When the middle-aged cultivator had used a secret art and divine ability to flee at top speed in his final moments, Qin Fengming had wanted to pursue him, but his own condition made that wish impossible.
Those two attacks had already left him gravely wounded.
Whether it was the two heavy punches or the sharp blade that had pierced his body, if another Integration stage cultivator had taken them, the chances of surviving would have been exceedingly slim.
Even though he had taken the healing treasure, the Azure Wood Blood Condensing Pill, he still needed to refine its medicinal effects and recuperate for some time before fully recovering.
At this moment, relying on his own strength, let alone pursuing the other party, even fighting an ordinary peak Integration stage cultivator would likely be a brush with death.
That sword wound was a tremendous hindrance to circulating his magical power and casting incantations.
Thus, although he knew that allowing the middle-aged cultivator to escape would greatly disadvantage him in the future, he could only watch helplessly as the other party departed and vanished into the rocks.
"Ah, Fellow Daoist, how did you get injured?"
"Could it be that the person who fled at top speed just now was the one who wounded you?"
Silver radiance flashed, and Qin Fengming appeared directly from among the collapsed rubble. The instant he steadied himself, two figures rushed over from nearby.
The moment they saw Qin Fengming, both of them showed terror and hurriedly spoke.
Qin Fengming did not deliberately conceal his injuries at this time. With those two strands of soul essence in his hands, these two cultivators under his control could never rebel. With merely a thought from him, he could make their souls scatter and spirits disperse.
"Mm, that's right. The person