As he looked at the young cultivator before him, Master Zhuchen suddenly felt something unusual stir in his heart.
For someone who had only just advanced to the Profound Spirit stage to reach Master Guangzhao's cave abode alone, he clearly could not be an ordinary Profound level existence.
Recalling the methods the young man had used to break the formation that had imprisoned him for centuries, Zhuchen suddenly understood even more clearly. Although this young man was only at the early Profound Spirit stage, he surely carried some powerful means of attack capable of threatening even someone at peak Profound Spirit.
Moreover, he was a formation master himself. Perhaps he also possessed some powerful formation capable of trapping and killing cultivators at the late Profound Spirit stage or even its peak.
Generally speaking, a formation master's own offensive techniques might not be particularly powerful, but no one dared underestimate any formation master, precisely because they might carry powerful formations for their protection.
"My position remains as I stated earlier. I can only hold Fellow Daoist Xuanming back. As for the others, you will have to rely on your own methods." Without any hesitation, Zhuchen's voice transmission reached Qin Fengming's ears.
"Good. Master, you need only stop that elderly cultivator at peak Profound Spirit. I will deal with the others."
Hearing Zhuchen's words, Qin Fengming felt greatly relieved.
If Zhuchen had chosen to leave and save his own skin now, Qin Fengming really would have struggled to manage alone. Since Zhuchen was not intimidated by the strength and troublesome nature of their sect, Qin Fengming gladly accepted his help.
Qin Fengming insisted on pitting the weak against the strong because he felt that the two female cultivators, each harboring something strange within her, were not destined for short lives. Even if