"Ill-conceived as it is, you still can't trap and kill me with these few ghostly creatures."
Suddenly, a shout rang out from the distance, followed by several booming crashes. As several anguished howls echoed forth, a heaven-shaking disturbance erupted in the distant mountain forest.
"Brat, you're courting death! You actually wounded all five of my ghost spirits at the Profound Master stage."
Amid the resounding crashes, the middle-aged cultivator suddenly cried out angrily. As his voice rang out, violent fluctuations abruptly surged around him, and in the blink of an eye, his figure vanished on the spot.
"Commander Mo, be careful! He can use the power of the formation to launch a sneak attack." Seeing the middle-aged man's figure flicker, Qin Fengming immediately shouted a warning.
Before Qin Fengming could finish speaking, a deep boom suddenly echoed back from the distance.
Amid the thunderous boom, a figure was suddenly flung out, as though hurled away by some mighty force, and fell toward the distant mountains.
"You launched a sneak attack on me, but you still can't do anything to me." The body that had been abruptly thrown away flipped in midair and stabilized, hovering in the sky. At the same time, a cold snort rang out.
"Your physical body is actually this tough. You were able to withstand one of my strikes." Amid an explosive boom, the middle-aged cultivator who had just vanished reappeared in midair.
This middle-aged cultivator's movement technique was bizarre. It was obvious that he was relying on the restrictions arranged all around them.
Within the restrictions, he could teleport at will to any position covered by them. His speed was astonishing, leaving no trace to follow.
Although Mo Ye seemed to have effortlessly resisted the sudden attack, his body was not as relaxed as his expression