Although Qin Fengming had roamed the Ghost Realm for several decades, he had never heard of such a spirit fruit existing anywhere. It seemed that its growth required not only dense, pure yin energy, but surely some other factors as well.
When Qin Fengming had just entered the entrance of the enormous cavern, the three of Yang Ji had already cautiously approached one side of the giant beehive.
At Qin Fengming's appearance, the three exchanged a glance, and only a trace of grimness flickered in their eyes.
Even if the three had wanted to kill Qin Fengming at that moment, they would not have turned back.
The spirit fruit was right before their eyes. Storing the Black Nether Fruit away was the most urgent matter at hand.
Blue radiance flashed fiercely in his eyes, and a strange expression suddenly appeared on Qin Fengming's youthful face. Before the Female Cultivator surnamed Fu, who had just arrived beside him, could react, he suddenly shouted, "Fairy Fu, retreat at once!"
His shout echoed through the cavern, and he immediately dashed toward the direction from which he had come without lingering for even a moment.
Just as the Female Cultivator surnamed Fu was slightly stunned, a horrifying scraping sound came from the location of the giant beehive in the distance. Following that sound, a black hurricane suddenly surged out from atop the beehive, which was as large as a hill.
In an instant, the enormous cavern, several hundred zhang wide, was completely filled with the black hurricane.
"Ah, no! Retreat at once!"
Just as Qin Fengming and the Female Cultivator surnamed Fu realized that something was wrong, Yang Ji also shouted urgently.
At that moment, the three cultivators from Xuanming Continent were only a hundred zhang from the giant beehive, and merely several dozen