Qin Fengming no longer held anything back. The seven Profound Desolation Stones had vanished, leaving only some shattered remnants. Naturally, he no longer needed to worry about damaging the Profound Desolation Stones.
His figure flashed as he lunged straight at the white-faced cultivator.
What left Qin Fengming rooted to the spot was that after unleashing an attack, the cultivator did not linger in the slightest and instead leaped straight down from the mountain.
Both the purple light-band attack and Qin Fengming rushed at empty air.
Watching the cultivator fall from the towering mountain through the air, Qin Fengming could not help but freeze on the spot. This mountain was extremely tall, and it was shrouded in Chaos mist with an intensely corrosive power.
The cultivator plummeted through it at high speed. Qin Fengming believed that even with the protection of the Chaos Purple Qi Goblet, he would be in extreme danger. Even if he did not be torn to pieces, his body would surely be ripped apart by the restrictions as he passed through the Chaos mist at such speed.
Yet no matter how Qin Fengming looked at it, that cultivator did not seem to have been blasted off the mountain by him. He had clearly jumped down of his own accord.
It was absolutely impossible for a cultivator who had entered this place to seek death. There was only one possibility: that white-faced cultivator had a means of traversing the Chaos mist without worrying about the restrictions or the Chaos aura corroding his body.
Qin Fengming felt great admiration for that cultivator.
He had no time now to chase after and search for the cultivator. He knew that even if he did not go after him, Master Shanyin and the others would certainly come up soon.
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