"Hehe, Fellow Cultivator, you're right. The cultivators of our Human Realm have already reached the vicinity and discussed matters with the fellow cultivators of the Demon Realm. We wish to enter your sect for a while. Could you perhaps make things a little easier for us?"
Only after flying two hundred zhang forward did Qin Fengming speak. As his voice drifted out, however, he did not stop moving and instead continued slowly approaching.
"Hmph. Even if you've joined forces, do you think you can break through the protective restrictions of my Zhiyin Sect? This old man would very much like to see what abilities the cultivators of your two realms truly possess."
As the short, thin old man spoke, he rapidly released his divine sense, covering an area of more than three hundred li around him. His expression gloomy, he saw no other cultivators nearby, and his heart could not help but relax considerably.
"Hahaha, whether we can break through it or not, we'll only know after trying. Why don't you and this Qin have a little bout here first?" Standing three hundred zhang in front of the short, thin old man, Qin Fengming smiled faintly. At the same time, he activated his incantation, already prepared for battle.
Although Qin Fengming, relying on the power of his two Nascent Souls, was already no weaker than a late-stage Ghost Lord, he still did not dare relax his vigilance in the slightest.
When he had just seen the only late-stage Ghost Lord Great Cultivator of Zhiyin Sect standing outside the sect-protecting formation, Qin Fengming had been somewhat startled as well. After speaking with He Lu, he had come forward, hoping to hold the opposing cultivator in place so that the three of them could join forces and capture and kill him directly.