Above the sky over the sea.
Seeing this, Qin Ming revealed a strange expression. That woman had likely set her sights on Cold Crow Reverend's treasure vault.
As Lan Bing brushed past Qin Ming, her cold, narrow eyes casually glanced at him.
A trace of suspicion appeared on her face, yet she did not linger to tangle with him and continued pursuing Cold Crow Reverend.
In an instant, she vanished without a trace.
Celestial Foreseer and the others could not help but stare blankly at the sight.
They had never imagined that Cold Crow Reverend had drawn the fire for them, buying them time to flee.
"Fellow Daoist Celestial Foreseer was right indeed. Following those two truly gave us a sliver of hope! Hahaha!"
"This old man just received word that Fellow Daoist Guang Lingzi, who fled in another direction, has already perished."
But before that man could finish speaking, a black streak of light caught up from behind and blasted both him and his shield apart with a single punch.
"Perfect. You can go down and keep him company too. Hmph!"
Lord Seven Sorrows' terrifying figure emerged, a pair of demonic wings formed from devilish qi spread behind his back.
He held the Nascent Soul of that rogue cultivator in his hand. The tiny Nascent Soul's face was filled with utter terror before Lord Seven Sorrows tossed it into his mouth and swallowed it whole.
"Celestial Foreseer has led us astray!! Your divination was wrong!"
Someone cried out in alarm.
At this sight, Celestial Foreseer and the others were scared out of their wits, each fleeing for their life.
Qin Ming's heart also tightened slightly. Judging from the sheer strength of Lord Seven Sorrows' blood and qi, it was something he had rarely seen in his life.
What surprised