"Ah!~" A terrible scream suddenly rang across the scene. As a flash of azure light burst forth, a pale-faced cultivator stumbled out of the turbulent energy of the battle.
This cultivator was one of the two fighting Jiang Zhuo.
At this moment, one of the cultivator's arms had been severed at the root. An appalling wound had also appeared beneath his left ribs.
Clearly, even joining forces, the two had gained not the slightest advantage over Jiang Zhuo. Instead, their opponent had struck viciously without warning, leaving one of them gravely wounded.
Qin Fengming watched the area where Jiang Zhuo stood with cold eyes, but his expression revealed little surprise.
He had seen Jiang Zhuo's skills long ago. If Jiang Zhuo's divine abilities had not been truly extraordinary, he would never have survived until now. From Yuan Ji's courteous attitude toward Jiang Zhuo, it was also clear that Jiang Zhuo was certainly an exceptionally powerful Profound level existence in the Outer Realm Demonic Domain.
Just as that cultivator cried out and flashed out, the three cultivators fighting two or three hundred yards behind Qin Fengming suddenly flickered and rushed straight toward him.
The three had chosen their timing perfectly—precisely when Jiang Zhuo had wounded one cultivator and the scream had rung out.
Their escape speed was astonishing. Almost simultaneously, all three had unleashed their most powerful movement techniques.
At that moment, Qin Fengming was focused on the wounded cultivator. Faced with the three cultivators silently approaching at high speed from behind, he seemed completely unaware.
As his figure flashed forward, Pan Cong, whose face had originally been twisted into a ferocious expression, suddenly erupted with a mass of azure light. A phantom figure abruptly emerged from his body.
The instant the two separated, the phantom that had appeared rapidly retreated.