A Turn of Fortune

As the thunderous roar of a gigantic beast rang out, the more than twenty late- and Peak Core Formation cultivators present felt wave after wave of deafening roars suddenly invade their minds.

Caught off guard, their sea of consciousness immediately began to roil violently. Their minds sank heavily, their bodies jolted, and their vision went black. They stood there, completely rooted to the spot.

Qin Fengming had already moved. He unleashed his Azure Cloud Maze movement technique and darted toward the northeast. In the blink of an eye, he reached the front of two demonic cultivators. With a flick of his hand, two streaks of white light flew from it.

"Bang! Bang!"

As the white light flashed, two resounding bangs rang out. Then two corpses fell from the sky toward the lava below. The two late- and Peak Core Formation cultivators had not even managed to utter a scream before both perished beneath Qin Fengming's ambush.

A blue shadow flashed. Enduring the tremendous force of space pulling and crushing him, Qin Fengming gritted his teeth and sped forward.

Qin Fengming's attack had been utterly unexpected and thunderous. He knew he had only this one chance. If he failed to escape the encirclement this time, he would have no hope of surviving.

When he cast out the three Beast Roar Talismans, Qin Fengming had not paused in the slightest. He had already gripped two Sun-Shooting Talismans in his hand.

When four monks joined forces to slay Old Man Lin, who possessed Peak Core Formation cultivation, everyone had been stunned by the methods of the four from Brahma Sound Temple. By then, the Beast Roar Talismans, whose might had already multiplied several times over, had also finished being activated.

The Beast Roar Talismans' formidable power did not disappoint Qin Fengming. Everyone present