A Spirit Formation cultivator without Perfected mastery could hardly escape me, yet Feng Zhen had actually managed it. I had to admire him somewhat. Watching him vanish at the passageway like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves, I knew it would be difficult to catch him again.
But I felt no regret. As long as he remained poisoned, there was always a chance of capturing him. Collecting all kinds of antidotes alone would be enough to torment him.
Seeing Feng Zhen flee, the other Spirit Formation cultivators panicked. Even Wuxiu could no longer remain calm at the sight. He hurriedly expanded the range of his voice and issued an order toward the passageway: "What are you gatekeepers outside waiting for? Get in here and help!"
I glanced at the situation before me. Chang Jie had clearly suffered quite a loss against Wuxiu due to attribute suppression. Wood was suppressed by fire. As for Bai Zang, he obviously could not fight his master, which was why he had dragged along three Spirit Formation cultivators yet still failed to break through.
As for my side, I had killed two Spirit Formation cultivators and severely wounded Feng Zhen. One remained, still unable to recover from my divine might. The rest were outside in the passageway, so my next target was the old woman not far away.
Wuxiu's orders were as binding as imperial edicts not only in the Wrath Spirit Palace but also among the Star Soul Sect's Star Chasers. The moment his voice fell, four gatekeepers burst in from outside, delighting the old woman immensely. "Brat! Even if you're a monster, you can't deal with five Spirit Formation cultivators at once, can you? Today will be the day you perish here!"
With the four Immortals charging in, the old woman's confidence was