That anguished cry reached his ears, and Qin Fengming, whose mind had only just relaxed, suddenly tensed up again.
The voice had clearly come from Shu Yu. Yet the cry was extremely ethereal, as though it had come from hundreds or even thousands of miles away.
Shu Yu was definitely no ordinary cultivator. The secret arts and powerful treasures on her person were no worse than Qin Fengming's. Qin Fengming could not be certain whether she possessed a Chaos spirit treasure, but he reckoned that she surely had treasures on the level of imitations of spirit treasures.
Moreover, her combat experience was equally extraordinary. She was certainly not someone who had never seen the wider world.
Although the attack the demonic spider had unleashed just now appeared extremely powerful, Qin Fengming did not believe that mere thick strands of spider silk and countless tiny spiders could force Shu Yu into submission or kill her.
In fact, when Qin Fengming had brought out the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist to resist the black-and-yellow demonic mist, Shu Yu's figure had already been driven far away from his location by the giant demonic spider's physical attack.
That old crone was shrewd and calculating. By unleashing the demonic mist, she had intended to break apart Qin Fengming and Shu Yu's united offensive.
When she had first unleashed the demonic mist, she had already known that this mist of hers could not inflict any real damage on the two cultivators before her.
However, this kind of mist was extraordinarily effective at obstructing divine sense probing. With the mist blocking their vision, she could separate the two cultivators and defeat them one by one.
What happened afterward indeed unfolded just as the old crone had imagined.
As the mist spread and swept forth together with the soft