Faced with the sudden change, Qin Fengming's mind was utterly blank. As he watched familiar, close companions bare savage expressions and gnaw at his body, he felt no pain.
Not only did he feel no pain, but his soul body felt extremely comfortable, drawing him in until he could not extricate himself.
The mountain forest in the distance stirred again, and figure after figure appeared.
Those figures were equally familiar to Qin Fengming: his Master Zhang Li, his Martial Mother Liu Wei, his junior sister Zhang Ruotong, Sima Qingshan, Wang Qi of Mount Cang Mountain, Senior Disciple Brother Wang of Luoxia Sect, Martial Uncle Fei, Martial Ancestor Uncle Ximen, the people of Que Family Fort, the cultivators of Golden Talisman Gate in Quzhou, the cultivators of Molten Mountain Sect, Yellow Springs Palace, Dark Night Hall, Baleful Intent God Sect, Hidden Cloud Sect...
Figures flickered everywhere, densely packed, numbering in the thousands and tens of thousands, seemingly endless.
It was as if everyone Qin Fengming had ever met, resented, hated, or received kindness from had appeared all around him. Some names he could call out, while others he could not.
The crowd spoke one sentence after another. Some words expressed concern, while others were filled with murderous hatred. Regardless of what they said, once their words fell, their expressions turned vicious one after another. Like a flood of evil waters, they pounced toward Qin Fengming.
Figures covering the mountains and plains instantly surrounded Qin Fengming's soul body.
What sort of scene was this? Qin Fengming had never seen anything like it in his life, nor had he ever heard of such a thing.
The crowd gathered around him and, like countless ants clinging to his body, began tearing and gnawing at him. Some bites caused Qin Fengming pain, while others felt