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Qin Fengming's response to the encirclement attack by more than a dozen Youfu Palace cultivators this time was far less easy than when he had faced the cultivators from the Seven Lands. Although the cultivators from the Seven Lands were not necessarily weaker than the Youfu Palace cultivators before him, their hearts had not been united.
It could be said that everyone had their own little schemes.
When faced with benefits within easy reach, everyone naturally rushed forward eagerly and attacked with all their might to seize them. But when faced with danger, the first thing everyone thought of was undoubtedly how to preserve their lives or conserve their strength.
The Youfu Palace cultivators were different, however. Although they also had selfish motives, if they disobeyed their commander's orders, the punishment they received would probably be even worse than losing their lives.
At a single command, the Youfu Palace cultivators could charge forward desperately, forgetting life and death. If one of them was attacked, the other cultivators would attack with all their strength without the slightest hesitation.
This alone forced Qin Fengming to consider matters more carefully.
After pondering it, he had summoned the Ghost Devouring Yin Mist to envelop the divine hall,