Among Mahayana cultivators, which one had not endured all kinds of peril? They had long since learned how to seek fortune and avoid disaster without needing to think. Unless there was truly no way to evade an attack, as long as they had enough time, not one of them could be easily slain.
And since Zou Rui had taken a liking to him and accepted him as a nominal disciple, his strength naturally could not be lacking.
Ancestor Yi Bo had now risked his life to send out a message. The reason this Mahayana cultivator named Baijing had not left was that he had already laid out his methods all around them, merely waiting for everyone to step into the trap.
A violent blood mist suddenly boiled up, enveloping the surrounding land. The viscous, obstructive energy trapped the gathered cultivators within it.
Immediately afterward, countless dull explosions erupted around their bodies, and wave after wave of rampaging, destructive power surged through this stretch of heaven and earth.
The gathered cultivators, who had rushed over at top speed and attacked one after another, were all swept into it without exception by the sudden violent energy.
Qin Fengming only felt waves of terrifying corrosive energy raging around him. An indescribable tearing force caused the protective spiritual light around him to burst apart, while ear-piercing cutting sounds appeared along his body.
Qin Fengming sensed it clearly: this was some kind of Spirit Pattern energy. Even if it was not the power of a formation, it was still an external offensive method strengthened with Spirit Patterns.
To lay Spirit Patterns across tens of thousands of miles around them, this naturally was not something Baijing had just performed. Clearly, this was a location he had prepared long ago.
Baijing had fled, while Qin Fengming and