"Pill Sovereign Qin was attacked and fell into the hurricane of wind blades below!" Someone noticed the sudden change and immediately realized that Qin Fengming had vanished from among the crowd. He shouted in alarm.
"Courting death! Who ambushed Pill Sovereign Qin?" Gu Yichen cried out, immediately looking toward the two cultivators who had been attacked just moments ago, hoping to glean some information from them.
Fairy Qing's delicate face also instantly turned cold as she swiftly scanned the crowd.
However, they obtained no useful information. Faced with the enormous hurricane of wind blades below, everyone hesitated for only an instant. No one stopped; they continued speeding into the distance.
Even Fairy Qing did not dare leave the main group and turn back alone to search for and rescue Qin Fengming.
The wind blades here were far too terrifying. No physical body could possibly survive within them. Moreover, with a single person's strength, it was impossible to suppress the hurricanes and wind blades below.
Among these cultivators, at least several felt shock and fury surge in their hearts at Qin Fengming's mishap. Quite a few also regretted that Qin Fengming had perished here. But most of the cultivators showed no unusual reaction at all.
They had yet to escape danger and only wanted to leave this region as quickly as possible.
Five hours later, the battered and bloodstained Mahayana cultivators finally flew out of the area riddled with countless cracks. Of the more than one hundred Mahayana cultivators, only seventy or eighty remained. More than twenty others had vanished without a trace.
The loss of more than twenty Mahayana cultivators at once was absolutely earth-shaking news in the True Ghost Realm.
Every Mahayana cultivator had a history of struggle behind them, and each was an exalted existence. So many Mahayana