Qin Fengming's eyes widened in astonishment. He urged the Seven Yuan Bead to dart rapidly around him, hoping to locate Cyan Ancestor. The situation was far too bizarre. With the Cyan Crystal Star Divine Sand shrouding the hall, even Cyan Ancestor, whose body was a skeleton, could conceal himself. A chill spread through Qin Fengming's heart, and his mind tightened to the utmost.
There was also the coffin. It had been beside the statue's feet earlier, but now it had vanished just as mysteriously.
Cyan Ancestor had been dozens of meters from the coffin moments ago. Now that Cyan Ancestor had disappeared, the coffin had vanished into thin air as well. The sight left Qin Fengming horrified and on guard.
Yet despite Qin Fengming's rapid spellcasting and the Seven Yuan Bead's swift circling and dancing, he found nothing at all.
With a flash of his body, Qin Fengming reached Qingyu and the others.
At that moment, Qingyu and Saintly Venerable Moyun's group of five were all seriously injured. Mo Yun, Yu Lei, and Qingyu had borne the brunt of the attack and been struck first. Their injuries were even worse than those of Saint Ancestor Yan Po and Immortal Fairy Hui Mei.
Qingyu's face was pale. One arm had already vanished, and the flesh beneath her left ribs was a mangled mess. She lay collapsed on the ground with her eyes closed, clearly unconscious.
Mo Yun and Yu Lei were in even worse condition. Both their palms had been pierced through by sharp blades, and each had a bloody hole in his chest. Their breaths were as faint as gossamer, and even their souls had grown weak.
The two had struck at the final critical moment, blocking the attack before Qingyu and suffering severe injuries themselves.
Saint Ancestor Yan Po