"Even if you manage to escape the Scroll Space, you'll have to pay the price for leaving!"
When he suddenly sensed enormous cracks appearing across the Scroll Space's ground, Qin Fengming's mind roared. Yet in the very next instant, he let out a thunderous shout that resounded through Heaven and Earth.
As his voice rang out, thunder suddenly erupted. Three azure, ghostly arcs of lightning, like dragons surging out of the sea, tore across the void and plunged into the raging, rampaging energy.
The three Lightning Arcs were astonishingly fast. Like dragons entering the sea, they darted through the violent energy and shot toward the three cultivators who were about to disappear into the enormous cracks.
Only when the arcs of lightning were about to strike them did the three cultivators finally sense them.
They successively urged the seals within their bodies to attack with all their strength. The three had already put away the Chaos material on them, and once they discovered the arcs of lightning upon them, how could they still bring out the Chaos material to defend themselves?
Three cries of agony rang out in succession. The three Mahayana cultivators of the Three Realms were immediately swept into the azure, ghostly, dragon-shaped arcs of lightning.
At the same time, Qin Fengming and Ji Yuan suddenly appeared in the air. Watching the streaks of light rapidly fleeing into the distance, Qin Fengming let out another thunderous shout: "Where do you think you're going? Leave your lives behind!"
As soon as he spoke, his figure shot out, pouncing straight toward the nearest cultivator.
At that moment, in the vast void, a mass of energy fluctuations spanning several hundred feet floated in midair. It looked somewhat illusory, and the void twisted and rippled along with it, as if that region