At that moment, Qin Fengming had stopped in an exceedingly strange place.
With his divine sense probing the area, he found brown rocks everywhere within several hundred miles. There was no vegetation on the mountains, making the land look utterly desolate. The surrounding peaks were not particularly tall. Yet the rocks atop them all contained hollow holes.
Under Qin Fengming's powerful divine sense, he detected no unusual energy fluctuations in the area before him.
Watching the little beast fly ahead, Qin Fengming moved and followed close behind, not daring to let himself stray too far from it.
He was in an extremely dangerous place, so Qin Fengming naturally did not dare let the little beast, which was only at the fourth level, act alone.
The little beast was not particularly fast. It darted left and right through the low mountain range, as if struggling to find something.
Although this Crimson Fox Rat had an exceedingly noble bloodline, its advancement was extremely slow. It was even far inferior to Qin Fengming's two ordinary spirit beasts, the spider and the centipede.
Over the past several hundred years, the precious treasures fed to the little beast were already impossible to count. Whether it was precious spirit-beast blood or the mysterious spirit liquid from that mysterious gourd, the amount had reached an astronomical figure.
Yet the little beast was extraordinarily tenacious. It showed not the slightest sign of advancing, remaining stuck at the fourth level all this time.
Fortunately, Qin Fengming was wealthy and did not care about the precious items fed to the little beast.
"Eek, eek! ... Eek, eek..." Suddenly, the little beast, which had been darting about at high speed, stopped before a somewhat taller mountain. It shook its head vigorously and waved its two front paws, seemingly telling Qin Fengming