C510 The Conspiracy

It had only been a few blinks since Qin Fengming's attack and the fall of the Black Crow Sect Master.

"Not good! Everyone, retreat!"

The moment the sect master fell to the ground, Cultivator Ni had already shouted. Then, four figures flashed and retreated dozens of meters away.

With a flash of red light, the red object flew back into Qin Fengming's sleeve