After searching through Baidu, Qin Fengming knew in his heart that this hidden place within the demonic mist was an excellent location for murder and plunder. Thus, after entering Demon Howl Valley, he unconsciously grew several times more vigilant.
Although the cultivators they encountered all traveled in groups of three or five, none had appeared to block the two of them. Everyone understood that this was the only route into that region. Starting a fight here was certainly inappropriate.
Thus, although sharp looks occasionally flashed through some people's eyes, no other cultivators stopped to battle the two of them.
After flying another thousand li, a region surrounded by towering peaks suddenly appeared before them. The arrangement of these peaks seemed to have been deliberately modified by human hands. One towering mountain after another stretched into the distance, encircling the shorter peaks within.
"Elder Brother Qin, that should be the site of the ancient battlefield ahead. They say there are extremely powerful flight-restricting prohibitions inside. We must be careful when we enter."
Qin Fengming nodded and gazed ahead, brilliant light flickering in his eyes.
They had just flown over a mountain peak when immense pressure suddenly arose around him. His body involuntarily plummeted downward.
Only after he descended to several zhang above the ground did that incomparably powerful pressure suddenly vanish.
Standing on the hard rock, Qin Fengming released his divine sense and once again scanned the land before him.
With his divine sense as powerful as it was now, he could barely advance seventy or eighty li before being unable to proceed another step. The suppression of divine sense here was also immense. A Core Formation cultivator might only be able to explore a region of twenty-odd li around them. Even an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator would certainly not exceed