The underground cavern left Qin Fengming greatly astonished upon entering it.
Although his powerful divine sense detected no unusual aura, during the entire day since entering, he had continued forward along the markings Zhao Ping had left behind.
Not only had he still not reached the end, but he had not retraced a single step.
This was enough to show that, in this cavern resembling an underground maze, he still had not repeated any route he had traveled before.
Even if he had not traveled quickly, the path he had covered in a day should have stretched for several hundred miles. Such a distance truly left him speechless.
After pausing only briefly, his figure flashed into motion. A mass of five-colored radiance rose and transformed into a bolt of light, shooting toward the depths of the cavern passage.
Since he could not sense any unusual aura here, Qin Fengming naturally no longer needed to proceed with such painstaking caution.
Once he unleashed his movement technique, a streak of five-colored light shot through the pitch-black cavern passage, like a multicolored python weaving through it.
After less than half an hour, the rapidly moving streak of light abruptly ground to a halt.
Although Qin Fengming's expression showed no change, the vigilance in his eyes had already surfaced.
The route he had traveled during that half-hour extended several hundred miles, yet he had still followed the markings Zhao Ping had left behind. There were likewise no repeated markings, as if he were still traveling along a single route.
This reason, of course, would not have made him suddenly stop.
He had stopped because he had actually sensed another wisp of aura here, apart from the faint auras left behind by Zhao Ping and the others.
"An evil spirit! There really is an evil