At He Xuan's words, Qin Fengming naturally recognized the dangers hidden within the vast lake before them. His brows knitted tightly, and his mind began racing.
Fang Liang was definitely being hunted. Although so many days had passed without Fang Liang perishing, he must have been barely holding on. Qin Fengming and Fellow Cultivator He had no idea how much longer he could endure.
"Fang Liang had the two of us come here. It seems he wants to lure the cultivators threatening him to this place, then use the hot oil here to drive them back. However, you and I know very little about this lake and have no idea how vast it is. We don't know whether it can threaten late- or peak-Spirit Severing-stage ghost cultivators."
For Fang Liang to be driven into fleeing constantly in this land shrouded in dark mist and teeming with countless Yin ghosts, and to have remained locked in this stalemate for so long, his pursuers could naturally be none other than late- and peak-Spirit Severing-stage mighty figures.
If he were facing a single late-Spirit Severing-stage mighty figure, Qin Fengming could join forces with He Xuan and Fang Liang to fight the enemy.
Even in a direct battle, he had the courage to try. But if several mighty figures were present, the three of them would have no choice but to flee for their lives, even if they joined hands.
Ghost cultivators generally practiced cultivation arts, secret techniques, and divine abilities of the ice-cold attribute, which usually countered fire-attribute attacks. Fang Liang had evidently noticed this as well, which was why he had thought of this place.
The two did not stop. Their figures blurred as they sped along the lakeshore.
A day later, Qin Fengming and He Xuan returned to where they had