In the blink of an eye, from the moment the Baleful Intent Sect cultivators and the old man surnamed Yun brought out their magic treasures and began attacking to when everyone realized Qin Fengming was fleeing and moved to intercept him, only a few breaths had passed.
By then, Qin Fengming, who was flying through the air, had already covered the area within several miles with his spiritual sense. Seeing everyone move and close in around him, he did not show the slightest trace of panic. Instead, a hint of a smile appeared on his face.
This was undoubtedly the very situation Qin Fengming most wished to see. He had already thought deeply about his circumstances and made detailed deductions regarding all kinds of possibilities.
Although the more than twenty Core Formation cultivators before him all wanted to capture Qin Fengming, what each of them had in mind was not entirely the same.
Although the people from the Baleful Intent Sect had seen the spirit pool, between capturing Qin Fengming and finding out why the spirit pool had mutated, they leaned more toward capturing Qin Fengming.
Regardless of whether the spirit pool still had any use, as long as they captured the young master of Manghuang Mountain, the sect's enormous reward would give them a far greater chance of successfully forming their nascent souls.
Aside from the four people from the Baleful Intent Sect, the other cultivators were even more eager to find out why the spirit pool here had mutated.
Although all of them wanted to capture Qin Fengming, the results each person wished to obtain differed. Naturally, they all wanted to be the first to get the young master of Manghuang Mountain into their hands.
Qin Fengming was making use of precisely this idea in everyone's heart. As