Qin Fengming's feeling was not fear, but delight. It was just like when he had first entered the Barren Forest, as if something ahead were drawing him onward.
In this region, where strange flames blanketed the mountains all around him, an ordinary Core Formation cultivator would likely have been slain long ago by flames several times more formidable than a cultivator's core fire.
Although Qin Fengming was not afraid of the flames outside his body, the expenditure of his own magic power was tremendous.
Fortunately, although demonic flames and ghostly fire covered the mountains here, the pure yin energy in the air was also abundant. It was even several times denser than the yin energy in those famous perilous lands inhabited by yin souls.
Thus, as Qin Fengming desperately absorbed energy from the outside world while refining a mid-grade Spirit Stone in his hand, his magic power temporarily remained in a state of balance.
Just as Qin Fengming was cautiously moving forward, an incomparably violent aura suddenly surged over from a distant place.
The pressure carried by this aura was astonishingly powerful. The scorching energy and icy chill contained within it had reached a shocking level. Even though Qin Fengming had been on guard, he was still forced back more than a dozen steps by the powerful pressure before he could steady himself again.
Although this powerful aura had not shattered Qin Fengming's ancient treasure shield, its collision with the shield caused even that incomparably sturdy defensive ancient treasure to emit a faint, shrill cry.
Looking toward the area ahead, Qin Fengming could not help but furrow his brows tightly.
That powerful aura had appeared abruptly, but it vanished just as quickly.
When Qin Fengming tried to focus his spiritual sense and scan the area, no trace of that powerful