Seeing the vicious middle-aged man continuously drive an endless stream of skeletons with secret arts, Qin Fengming gradually lost patience.
This was no safe place. Although he had learned from Martial Uncle Zeng that Luoxia Sect currently had only the Nascent Soul cultivator before him, Qin Fengming was cautious by nature and did not wish to remain entangled with his opponent like this.
After some thought, he rapidly waved both hands. The several skeletons that had just flashed into existence were instantly destroyed before him. Then, with a movement of the incantation within his body, a faint rumble of thunder rang out, and Qin Fengming transformed into a fading afterimage that shot toward the dense fog a hundred zhang away.
Seeing the young man opposite suddenly flying straight at him, Huang Can could not help being startled.
But in the next instant, he gave a cold snort inwardly. The incantation within his body surged rapidly, and the dense Red Mist around him gushed outward even faster.
In the blink of an eye, the dense fog around Huang Can expanded several dozen zhang farther in every direction.
As the Red Mist churned, it instantly enveloped an afterimage.
"Hahaha! Brat, you truly don't know whether you live or die. You actually dared to charge into this old man's demonic mist. This old man would like to see what other means you have to break out of my dense fog."
As Qin Fengming entered, he was also slightly startled. The moment he came into contact with the dense Red Mist, a sticky sensation suddenly appeared, and his rapidly advancing body involuntarily slowed.
Confronted with this situation, Qin Fengming showed no surprise. He raised a hand, and the Spirit Devouring Netherflame appeared. With a wave, the emerald flames covered the outside of the Ding