As the old man surnamed Duan drew closer and closer to Qin Fengming, a smile appeared on his aged face.
In the old man surnamed Duan's mind, as long as he could approach within a hundred zhang of that early Core Formation cultivator, he was confident he could interrupt the other party's secret technique with a single strike. Capturing him then would be as easy as raising a hand.
Feeling the distance between himself and the place where the Early Nascent Soul cultivator had appeared behind him narrowing, Qin Fengming grew anxious. After a few more exchanges, the man behind him would certainly catch up.
When that happened, whether he could withstand the other party's strike would be difficult to say.
At that thought, Qin Fengming felt a chill run through him. Rather than let things come to that, he might as well seize a sliver of initiative. As the saying went, surprise the enemy when he was unprepared. Perhaps there was still a chance of victory.
Once he had made up his mind, Qin Fengming's expression grew more resolute. Gritting his teeth, he waved a hand, and four talismans appeared in it.
After revealing himself once more in the midst of his rapid flight, Qin Fengming sped forward several dozen zhang before suddenly turning and leaping another thirty zhang to the side. He spun around at high speed and faced the area where the Nascent Soul cultivator behind him was about to appear, his expression incomparably grave.
Just as Qin Fengming turned around, a tremendous energy fluctuation erupted seventy or eighty zhang to his front-left. A huge gray radiance flashed, and a massive figure appeared. It was none other than the Nascent Soul cultivator from the Divine Vulture Sect and his Spirit Bird.
Qin Fengming's expression grew solemn. With