Seeing the towering mountain in the distance finally undergo a dramatic change, Qin Fengming's eyes suddenly flashed with brilliance, and joy appeared plainly on his face.
A quarter of an hour had already passed since the divine palace appeared in the world. After such a long time, if Cold Wind City possessed any means of detection, some Great Cultivator would certainly have noticed this anomaly by now. It was entirely possible that one was already hurrying here.
If he still could not put away the divine palace, he would undoubtedly have to face the cultivators of Cold Wind City directly.
As the towering mountain slowly shrank, a smile finally appeared on Qin Fengming's face. But just as joy welled in his heart and he urged his incantation with all his might, an angry shout rang out:
"Brat, what are you doing? You... you can actually put away the divine palace? Stop at once!"
The voice drifted uncertainly, as though it had come from a distant place. Although the distance was far, the anger and alarm contained within it could still be clearly sensed. As the shout rang out, Qin Fengming swept out his divine sense, and a fierce glint suddenly flashed in his eyes.
More than two hundred miles away, a streak of escaping light was shooting rapidly toward him. It was extraordinarily fast; in the blink of an eye, it had crossed more than ten miles. It might reach him in just a few breaths.
"A late Ghost Lord cultivator. Hmph, he came far too quickly." Qin Fengming's gaze turned cold, and a ferocious look suddenly surfaced on his face. His hands did not stop for even an instant. As the magic power within his body surged wildly, his incantation accelerated further.
A late Ghost Lord Great Cultivator was