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Without waiting for Yu Chen to remind him, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered as he saw the sudden change on the small island. His thoughts raced, and he immediately made his judgment. As Yu Chen spoke, he leaped into the air and shot toward the island instead of retreating.
His speed was astonishing. With only a flicker of his figure, he plunged into the mist.
Seeing Qin Fengming leave his magic artifact without heeding his warning and fly toward the island, Yu Chen was greatly shaken. But how could he spare any thought for Qin Fengming now? He fully activated the magic artifact beneath him and flew back toward the direction from which they had come.
As he flew through the air, Qin Fengming suddenly felt an unbearable pain sweep through his entire body, as if countless invisible, razor-sharp blades were hidden in the void. Even with his profound aura and tough physical body, cut after cut appeared across his skin.
The restriction sealing the air here was extraordinary. Even Mahayana cultivators could not move through it swiftly. They would be suppressed by terrifying force and slashed by the sharp Rune Attack hidden in the void.
Air-sealing restrictions were a special existence among restriction formations. The restriction patterns were branded into the void, nourished by Heaven and Earth energy, and could remain imperishable for tens of millions of years.
Ordinary air-sealing restrictions merely prevented