Qin Fengming and Poison Dragon Ascendant had truly exhausted every scheme and tactic in setting this trap.
One had to know that these late Core Formation Old Monsters had all lived for four or five hundred years and had become cunning old foxes. The slightest hint of anything strange would be enough for them to discover that something was amiss.
At the beginning, the two had displayed thunderous methods and killed three Divine Vulture Sect cultivators precisely to enrage everyone, making them attack the two simultaneously in their fury. That way, Qin Fengming could activate the formation and trap them all.
Although the Yin-Yang Eight Trigrams Formation could cover an area roughly three hundred feet across, Qin Fengming had to be inside it to activate it. Otherwise, it would be difficult to operate the formation.
The Divine Vulture Sect's people naturally would not obediently enter the formation. Thus, Qin Fengming and Poison Dragon Ascendant had displayed their methods to provoke them and make them enter the formation's range together.
Although Qin Fengming had reacted swiftly, when he activated the formation this time, he had still missed one Divine Vulture Sect cultivator—the leading Elder Qi.
"Ah, you rats! How dare you lure all my junior brothers into the formation? Release them at once, and I may still spare your lives. Otherwise, no matter where you flee, my Divine Vulture Sect will capture you, rip out your bones, flay your skin, and hang your souls beneath a lantern!"
Cultivator Qi had been behind everyone. The moment he saw the young cultivator suddenly vanish ahead, he knew something was wrong. That was why he shouted, while his body rapidly retreated.
Just as he had withdrawn a dozen or so yards, a sudden flash of light appeared before him. Energy surged, and a hazy