A three-foot-long sharp blade shot forward and, flashing into existence, pierced into a mass of energy that had suddenly appeared.
What chilled the heart of the middle-aged man surnamed Gan was that within the mass of energy his heavily relied-upon defensive magic treasure had pierced, there was no cultivator's figure.
The sharp blade shot through the mass of energy and continued toward the distant front.
Before the middle-aged man could react, a scarlet short blade suddenly appeared several dozen feet from his left ribs and, in a flash, reached his side.
A shrill scream suddenly rang out. Amid splattering blood, a ghastly hole appeared in the middle-aged man's left ribs.
A small Core Infant leaped out along with the splattering blood. Its face was filled with disbelief, and as it sprang out, its form flickered indistinctly before suddenly vanishing without a trace.
The Core Infant's teleportation was even faster than a cultivator activating a teleportation divine ability. If a cultivator had no means of breaking the teleportation divine ability, they could only watch helplessly as the other party's Core Infant fled into the distance.
Unfortunately, the middle-aged man had encountered Qin Fengming this time. When Qin Fengming attacked him, he had naturally already anticipated the methods his opponent could use afterward.
Having achieved success with one strike, blue radiance flashed fiercely in his eyes. The red-and-blue longsword in his hand also swung rapidly toward a certain direction.
A silver net more than ten feet across instantly took shape as the sword tip moved rapidly. With a flash, it vanished without a trace.
Just as the middle-aged man's small Core Infant appeared several hundred feet away, its face terrified yet filled with fury, and it turned to look at Qin Fengming, whose figure had already emerged, that silver net also appeared