The dark clouds brimming with lightning rapidly dispersed like wind-swept clouds. In an instant, the figure of a young cultivator appeared in everyone's divine sense.
The young cultivator's aura surged violently, and wisps of extremely fine electric arcs shot and coursed across his body.
The young man was neither tall nor burly, yet as he hovered in the distant void, his surging aura gave off the feeling of a savage beast from the primeval wilderness.
"Fine. This Zhong agrees to your terms." At the same time as the young man appeared in the distance, Zhong Miao's voice suddenly rang out across the scene.
As his words fell, the skeleton army shrouded in mist immediately retreated at great speed like the ebbing tide. Its range rapidly shrank, and in the end, it vanished completely.
Zhong Miao, his entire body wreathed in gloomy mist, reappeared on the scene.
At this moment, Zhong Miao's expression was grim, but there was nothing particularly unusual about him.
In his battle with Qin Fengming, he had merely released the skeleton army and driven those skeletons. He himself had not expended much magical power or energy at all.
However, this battle had left Zhong Miao feeling extremely stifled. He truly could not determine exactly what kind of cultivator his opponent was. His methods were certainly powerful, but the various strange objects on his body were even more difficult to fathom.
When he thought of that clone in the Tianji Forbidden Ground, which was proficient in all kinds of miscellaneous arts and had advanced at an astonishing speed, Zhong Miao felt an even greater headache coming on.
"Fairy Hua, rest assured. Since this Qin has arrived at the Aoteng Interface, this Qin is confident he can rescue the clone from that forbidden ground. No matter what obstacles stand