"It had to be Fellow Daoist Mo Yu. With a single move, he trapped that junior."
As Qin Fengming's figure was obscured by the billowing mist of restrictions, a dozen or so figures rushed over from afar. Before they even arrived, a flattering voice had already reached them.
The newcomers were naturally Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang and the others. They had arrived almost at the same time as Old Monster Mo Yu, and happened to see Qin Fengming being shrouded by the formation's mist.
The group stopped and immediately saw a restriction shimmering with fluorescent light in the distance.
However, none of Saintly Venerable Ji Shuang's group paid it any attention. They stopped farther away and looked toward the place where the grayish-white mist churned. They knew that it was a restriction arranged by Mo Yu and were not worried about his safety.
Who was Mo Yu? Qin Fengming naturally did not know. At that moment, he was inside the great formation, surrounded by towering skeletons. He paid no attention to the crowd surging toward him, focusing entirely on the towering skeletons one after another.
When he saw the rebellious cultivators arrive, Qin Fengming not only did not feel afraid, but his heart instead stirred with eager anticipation.
If those rebellious cultivators surrounded and attacked him, he could naturally unleash every means at his disposal.
Each towering skeleton was like a small mountain before Qin Fengming. It seemed that with one step, it could crush Qin Fengming's body flat like a chick.
A ghostly green aura of baleful energy shrouded the skeleton, its bone-chilling cold freezing the space in its path into countless tiny ice crystals. Carried along and shot outward, the ice crystals instantly carved innumerable hair-thin slashes through the void, invisible to the naked eye. The enormous skeleton