Nine Nether Yin Mountain was a notorious perilous place in the True Ghost Realm. If this had truly been a cross-boundary teleportation, Qin Fengming's mere cultivation level would have certainly been torn to pieces by the spatial storm.
"Brother Qin, this definitely isn't the legendary Netherworld Yin Mountain. Once I kill the Corpse Numbing Worms in front of us, I'll search around carefully, and then we'll know exactly where we are."
After pondering for a moment, Qin Fengming spoke again in an utterly certain tone.
Although this place closely resembled the legendary perilous land of the Ghost Realm, Qin Fengming had already determined that they had definitely not left the Human Realm.
He recalled that when he had first entered Death Valley, all he had seen were black, sturdy rocks. The air had also contained a strange aura capable of drawing the life force from the human body. Moreover, not a single plant or animal had lived anywhere they passed. All of this bore some resemblance to the legendary Yin Mountain.
Yet this only made Qin Fengming even more certain that the region he was in was still within the Human Realm. They might even still be inside Death Valley, without having emerged.
While Qin Fengming and Bing'er were conversing in low voices, the Corpse Numbing Worms around them continued to be slaughtered by the combined efforts of the Spirit Devouring Netherflame and the Silver Sheath Worms.
Seeing the Corpse Numbing Worms gradually dwindle from their original number of tens of millions to only one or two million, Qin Fengming finally let out the pent-up breath in his chest.
Qin Fengming had personally experienced how troublesome these Corpse Numbing Worms were. If he had not later released the Silver Sheath Worms, he would scarcely have dared imagine being able to