"Fall back, quickly! The area around him has already been set with a strange spatial teleportation restriction. It can let him move through thin air."
Madam Pan suddenly cried out, shattering the silence at the scene.
As her voice rang out, Madam Pan's delicate figure turned illusory, and she rapidly dodged into the distance.
Almost at the same moment Madam Pan shouted, dozens of cultivators flickered into motion and swiftly retreated. None of them were fools. They naturally saw something suspicious in Qin Fengming's bizarre movement technique and did their utmost to withdraw from the area.
However, some people did not move and remained where they were.
The twenty-odd people split into several groups and stood together. Energy surged around their bodies, clearly indicating that they had activated some kind of combined attack formation. They seemed determined to vie with Qin Fengming's bizarre methods.
Zhuge Tianhao and the Hong brothers stood in midair, their brows tightly furrowed, but they did not move.
Four others hovered in the air near Qin Fengming without moving. One was Zhou Xijie. The other three were the three strange cultivators wearing bamboo hats and veils.
Qin Fengming watched coldly from the sidelines. Seeing more than a hundred cultivators retreat one or two thousand zhang away, he did not stop them.
In truth, he had not wanted to stop them either. No one who could come here was mediocre. Even though Qin Fengming believed his strength was comparable to a Mahayana cultivator, he was unwilling to easily fall into the midst of the crowd.
Qin Fengming took a phantom step forward and slowly advanced, stopping amid the few people as his gaze fell on Zhuge Tianhao.
Although Qin Fengming's gaze was calm and a faint smile rested on his face, Zhuge Tianhao, the Hong brothers, and