At that moment, the four Brahma Sound Temple monks did not act. They merely continued chanting the Buddhist sutras with all their might.
The formation they had created was an extremely powerful formation in Brahma Sound Temple, one used by Core Formation cultivators to withstand attacks from numerous cultivators. Its defensive power was immense. Even an Early Nascent Soul cultivator would not be able to break through it with a single attack.
Although the four had already heard the words of the Black Fiend Island cultivator surnamed Wang, they knew that aside from this formation, they themselves possessed no secret art capable of fighting a Nascent Soul cultivator to the death.
"Boom, boom, boom..."
Following several thunderous explosions that reverberated through heaven and earth, several enormous, dazzling spheres of light suddenly appeared before Qin Fengming.
"Ah, no!" Upon seeing this, Qin Fengming could not help shouting. His figure abruptly flashed out. He no longer cared about concealing himself and hurriedly retreated.
Before he had flown more than a dozen yards, he felt an immense force of impact envelop his body. Immediately afterward, the impact hurled him dozens of yards away. Only after he frantically activated his incantation was he able to stabilize himself.
Turning to look at the site of the explosion, he saw dust filling the sky. Even his divine sense found it difficult to penetrate in the slightest.
In the face of that enormous explosion, Qin Fengming could not help feeling dejected. Although the spirit fruit was a good seventy or eighty yards from the explosion, given the tremendous power of the blast, it had most likely ceased to exist.
Those five multicolored spirit fruits had been exceedingly tempting. Losing them like this made Qin Fengming deeply reluctant.
Standing where he was, Qin Fengming did not dare immediately