The Ten Thousand Stone Forest, as its name suggested, was a perilous region filled with countless mountain peaks and stone forests.
Qin Fengming was inside the bewildering formation and no longer bothered to consider where he was going. As long as he could evade the increasingly numerous demonic beasts pursuing him from behind, he charged about at random without a second thought.
As time slowly passed, he had already realized that the demonic beasts in this bewildering formation would materialize atop every mountain peak.
Whenever a cultivator passed a mountain peak, he would trigger the mountain's restriction, and a demonic beast would then appear.
Moreover, those identical phantom beasts did not always appear one at a time. Some peaks would produce two or even three simultaneously.
In the short time it took to finish a cup of tea, the number of demonic beasts behind Qin Fengming had already reached several dozen.
With so many demonic beasts, if the one inside had truly been a Winged Race cultivator in the early Spirit Severing stage, he would likely have met no fate but death between their jaws.
Although Qin Fengming could still dart rapidly between the mountain peaks, it was no longer easy for him to force his way out of the beast pack.
Fortunately, his physical body was strong enough. As long as he unleashed powerful physical attacks, he could blast the demonic beasts flying and forcibly carve out a path.
In the seemingly boundless layers of mountains, a figure was being hemmed in and pursued by dozens of demonic beasts. One moment he was trapped by the pack; the next, he broke free from among them.
Terrifying beast roars surged and echoed through the mountains. Heard by the ear, they sounded as though thousands upon thousands of savage demonic beasts