The underground space stretched two or three hundred li in every direction. With restrictions densely filling the air, the divine senses of the three men were greatly suppressed, and Yang She and Zhe Hao could not probe the entire space at all.
However, Qin Fengming did not delay any longer. With a movement of his body, he took the lead and hurried toward a certain place.
The ability to spew forth and condense such majestic spiritual energy had long since aroused his interest.
Ordinary spirit springs or other spiritual objects capable of producing spiritual energy could never have allowed such dense energy to gather here. What exactly could produce energy this concentrated? Qin Fengming was filled with anticipation.
As their bodies moved, just as Yang She and Zhe Hao sensed the place where the spiritual energy was surging forth, an unbroken mountain range more than a hundred zhang high suddenly blocked the three men's path.
Looking at the gray-white clouds roiling above the mountain peaks, Qin Fengming's eyes immediately grew solemn.
The scene of Ou Xie's death was still vivid in their minds, so naturally none of the three dared head directly toward the mountain range.
After releasing his divine sense, Qin Fengming immediately understood that this mountain range before them happened to encircle the entire place where the spiritual energy was surging forth.
"It seems that if we want to reach that place, we must cross this mountain range. But how to accomplish that is something the three of us need to consider carefully."
Yang She and Zhe Hao had discovered the same situation, and both wore gloomy expressions.
None of the three dared attempt to cross the mountain range more than a hundred zhang high before them. The terrifying lightning attacks in the air were enough to make