Qin Fengming was a plump prize. With a Mahayana cultivator on Zou Rui's side, who wouldn't want to capture him and deliver him to Zou Rui?
Everyone naturally knew what Holy Lord Youjia had in mind. After Youjia launched his sneak attack, the cultivators with similar intentions could no longer hold back and unleashed their attacks one after another.
Sharp, terrifying sounds of something tearing through the air immediately drowned out the surroundings, enveloping Qin Fengming, who hovered in midair.
For a moment, this stretch of heaven and earth seemed like several enormous volcanoes erupting at once. Destructive energies of every attribute instantly swallowed the area around Qin Fengming.
Qin Fengming was submerged, torn apart, and annihilated in the terrifying attacks.
Thunderous roars shook the heavens where Qin Fengming had been standing. Various attacks interwove, releasing terrifying might. The sky within several thousand zhang immediately collapsed, and a pitch-black giant hole rapidly spread, swallowing the violent energies into itself.
"Hmph, where do you think you're going!"
A cold snort rang out. A Mahayana cultivator suddenly waved his hand, and a mass of azure mist surged forth, violently rushing toward a certain direction. Its speed was astonishing—after a single flash, it had already crossed several hundred zhang and suddenly appeared behind a hazy figure that had just emerged.
The azure mist was like a thick tentacle, twisting and turning. Its speed was beyond imagination; it ignored time and space, crossing several hundred zhang in a flash. Like an indestructible whip, it viciously lashed the figure that had just appeared.
Within the azure mist was a huge sword blade flashing with a sinister azure radiance. The blade was long and narrow, its edge razor-sharp. Terrifying, vast energy lay dormant within its condensed light, as dense as an ocean, while countless tiny Spirit