Qin Fengming flew through the vast heavens and earth, his expression no longer as relaxed as before.
He admitted that what he had said to Lin Tao and the others had made perfect sense, but entering the territory of the Silver Blood Demonic Bats alone—a place even peak Profound Spirit mighty figures were unwilling to face—still left him deeply uneasy.
The Silver Blood Demonic Bat had been described extensively in the ancient records. If this demonic bird could advance to the Mahayana stage, its terror would make it even more troublesome than the Profound Phoenix and other Sacred Spirits.
There was no other reason than the fact that these demonic birds lived in groups. Even if there were only one Mahayana-level bat accompanied by dozens of late- or peak-Profound Spirit existences, even the Profound Phoenix or Heavenly Dragon Sacred Spirit would likely steer clear rather than fight them.
As for the Spirit Beast and Insect Ranking, it was generally arranged according to the strength of individual Mahayana entities. This had undoubtedly greatly diminished the terror of the Silver Blood Demonic Bat.
Facing such a terrifying group of demonic bats, Qin Fengming naturally would not remain truly unmoved.
His speed was not fast, and he flew only at the pace of an ordinary Foundation Establishment cultivator. At this moment, spatial cracks appeared all around him in endless succession. If he was even slightly careless, a black crack, large or small, might suddenly appear ahead.
Amid the gaps swept by terrifying energy hurricanes, Qin Fengming did not dare fly at top speed.
Under such circumstances, if he encountered Silver Blood Demonic Bats, the danger was self-evident.
But Qin Fengming did not regret provoking Yu Changtian into acting alone. Danger was the same for everyone, and what Yu Changtian encountered would be no