Qin Fengming sensed this, but he did not say a word to alert the Sun family old man. Instead, his hands moved slightly inside his sleeves without changing expression, and several talismans were already clutched in each hand.
Once everything was ready, Qin Fengming's expression remained unchanged. As before, he continued looking around with a grave expression.
At this moment, Qin Fengming already understood that no matter which realm the people fighting in the distance came from, an encounter battle would be unavoidable.
Even if the otherworldly combatant was a Human Realm cultivator, no one would believe he was a Human Realm cultivator. They would certainly strike to kill him. Moreover, in the short span of a few breaths, several streaks of escaping light had already come rushing toward both sides behind them, clearly intending to surround the group.
Although the Sun family old man's mechanical flying boat possessed a certain ability to conceal its aura and form, it could not completely block them out. If a mid-stage Ghost Lord deliberately paid attention, he could still detect traces of it.
As they drew closer and closer to the site of the battle, the Sun family old man, who was piloting the flying boat, finally noticed that something was wrong.
"Not good! A large group of cultivators is fighting ahead. We've actually stumbled into a battlefield where more than a thousand cultivators are engaged in combat!" A cry of alarm suddenly rang out. The rapidly fleeing flying boat then came to an abrupt halt, hanging in midair as though it had been forcibly torn from its flight.
But just as the Sun family old man was about to turn around and withdraw, he suddenly discovered several streaks of rapidly approaching light shooting in from all around the flying boat. They had