True Immortal Yi Jue was about to unleash a major move when True Immortal Wanqing directly spat out a mouthful of blood essence, striking the dark reddish-brown canopy above them. Its diameter instantly expanded three or four times, its color deepened, and the patterns on it became clearer.
"Heh, True Immortal Wanqing, you really are willing to pay the price," a voice drifted over, shifting from left to right and impossible to pinpoint. "We came to invite Feng Jun mainly because we wanted him to help us perform a divination or two. As you can see, we haven't made a move."
True Immortal Wanqing snorted coldly. "Golden Crow Sect disciples never negotiate with others. If you obediently lift the restriction, there may still be room for discussion. Otherwise... just wait until you regret it."
Being trapped and still acting so arrogantly was rather juvenile. Wasn't that practically urging the other party to kill them and silence them?
Yet that truly was the style of disciples from the Seven Upper Sects. Having a powerful sect at their backs was good for exactly this reason—you could kill me if you dared, but you had better not leave behind even the slightest trace. My sect still has Spirit Projection True Nascent Souls, and I refuse to believe you can conceal it forever.
The ethereal voice gave a cold snort. "Since that is the case, we have no choice but to offend you... Teleport!"
The space around the three of them began to fluctuate violently, while the space around Feng Jun twisted especially badly.
The ambushers were using the power of the formation and spatial laws to forcibly abduct Feng Jun.
"Damn it!" True Immortal Yi Jue could no longer afford to prepare her major move. With a flick of her hand, she cast