Facing a Devil Lord–stage cultivator from the Devil Realm, Qin Fengming naturally felt not the slightest fear. What he most wanted to know now was why these people from the Devil Realm had gathered here and launched a massive attack on the Ghost Realm sects.
Although the Three Realms War theoretically did not involve Integration realm cultivators, venturing hundreds of millions of li into an opposing realm to plunder on a grand scale was no different from courting death.
When facing enemies invading from another realm, the cultivators of every realm would surely unite against their common foe.
When the He brothers had led the Jiéwū Clan in seizing the Hundred Condensing Fragrance, they had merely taken advantage of the short time involved and the fact that they had not alarmed too many sects. They had certainly not been like the people from the Devil Realm now, who had actually remained here for several months and annihilated several third-rate sects. That was far too overbearing.
"Hahaha, brat, you certainly made your grandfather chase you. Now bind yourself and surrender. This old man may still consider letting you die more painlessly." Stopping more than a hundred zhang before Qin Fengming, a horse-faced cultivator from the Devil Realm revealed himself after the demonic mist receded. He looked at Qin Fengming, his eyes filled with ease.
"Hmph. What you said is precisely what I most want to say right now. Will you bind yourself and await capture, or shall we kill you here?"
Just as Qin Fengming finished speaking, three cultivators suddenly appeared around the Devil Realm cultivator. The instant they emerged, they surrounded him.
"You... You actually had helpers hidden here. Hmph, do you think three early Ghost Lord cultivators can capture Meng? My clan's Old Ancestor will arrive in an instant.