There was only one way to find out what had happened: capture one of the cultivators involved and question him.
What slightly surprised Qin Fengming was that within a radius of three to four hundred miles, he had not seen a single Great Cultivator.
After a brief consideration, he understood. Great Cultivators moved far too quickly, and their battles affected too wide an area. By now, they had surely fled one or two thousand miles away.
A moment later, Qin Fengming leaped into the air and hovered there. He was already a hundred miles from the place where the large groups of cultivators had clashed. With Qin Fengming's abilities, once he concealed his aura and form, even early- and mid-stage Ghost Lord cultivators would find it difficult to detect him.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he locked onto an early Ghost Lord cultivator who had escaped the battlefield.
Although two early Ghost Lord cultivators were pursuing him from behind, their speed was clearly inferior to that of the fleeing man ahead. After flying only three hundred miles, the two pursuers helplessly turned back.
Unable to catch up, the two cultivators behind naturally would not waste their efforts.
A smile spread across his face, and Qin Fengming vanished from the spot without a trace.
Five hundred miles away, a faint energy fluctuation suddenly arose. The early Ghost Lord cultivator who had been fleeing at full speed abruptly halted.
"Ah! Who are you? Why are you blocking this old man?"
As the roar rang out, terror filled the eyes of the early Ghost Lord cultivator. Yet after clearly seeing the face of the person before him, he could not help letting out a long breath. His expression turned angry, and he shouted harshly.
Although he was only several hundred miles