Everyone turned toward Qin Fengming with differing expressions, each weighing matters in their own mind.
"Master Qi, do you have any means of breaking the restrictive spell ahead?" Rather than answering Qin Fengming immediately, Zhuge Tianhao suddenly sent a voice transmission to Cultivator Qi, who had arrived with the Hong brothers.
Master Qi Huan was an extremely renowned formation master in the Tianhong Realm, and Zhuge Tianhao and the others had placed great hopes in him.
"That restrictive spell mist was certainly the work of a supreme formation master. Even if this Qi could comprehend it and find a way to break it, it would likely take several years, perhaps even a decade or more." Cultivator Qi's expression dimmed as he immediately replied through a voice transmission.
At the same time, other cultivators were questioning the Hong brothers.
Everyone's brows knitted tightly; they had all received the same answer. Several years-they simply did not have that much time. If they could not swiftly bring the Yin family under their control before that cultivator returned to the Tianhong Realm, then, given his abilities, they might not be able to subdue him by force.
It was not that they considered their own abilities weak, but that his deeds had been far too astounding.
News of what had happened in the Chaos Realm had eventually spread, and many in the Cultivation World had learned that Qin Fengming had single-handedly slain several Mahayana cultivators.
Such abilities chilled everyone who heard of them to the bone. Even Zhuge Tianhao had no confidence and dared not be certain that he could overpower Qin Fengming if they fought.
It was precisely because of this concern that they had decided from the outset to capture the cultivators connected to Qin Fengming and use them to threaten him.
"Fellow