Venerable Feng Ji suddenly let out a burst of wild laughter, his voice brimming with savage brutality. Qin Fengming and Fairy Ying Yi felt a chill run through them as they heard it.
Venerable Feng Ji had always appeared extremely steady and composed, without the gloomy, sinister expression commonly seen among cultivators of the Ghost Realm.
But this sudden, drastic change from his usual manner made Qin Fengming's heart tighten as well.
It did not take long for Qin Fengming to understand the reason behind the change in Venerable Feng Ji's expression.
To have survived even in such a certain-death situation had already far exceeded Venerable Feng Ji's expectations.
Imagine it: with a cultivator's physical body shattered and his meridians severed, both his Pill Sea and sea of consciousness could have suffered damage. Yet Venerable Feng Ji had not died under such circumstances. What an unexpected blessing that was—truly beyond words.
Anyone who encountered such a thing would have been overjoyed.
Qin Fengming could faintly imagine what Venerable Feng Ji had faced at the time. The four of them must have been fairly close to one another. While Venerable Feng Ji had been concentrating fully on dealing with the attacks of the grand hall's restrictions, he had essentially made no precautions against the other three Mahayanas.
Under the joint sneak attack of three Mahayana cultivators of the same rank, although he had avoided the fatal attacks, he was bound to have suffered injuries as well.
By the time Venerable Feng Ji sensed the three men's sneak attack reaching him and reacted, no matter how powerful a Mahayana cultivator was, he certainly could not have used any formidable means to defend himself.
Being struck in the body by the enemy had been inevitable.
Three Mahayana cultivators joining forces and launching a