"Sorry for the wait, Fellow Daoists. Fortunately, I, Yu, did not miss the appointed time." The escaping light faded, and Yu Changtian appeared before everyone.
His gaze was dark and severe, settling first on Qin Fengming, who was slowly rising to his feet.
His gaze swept over him, like two invisible swords stabbing straight into Qin Fengming, as though he intended to cut him into a thousand pieces.
Qin Fengming met his eyes, his expression calm. Under the scrutiny of a late Profound Spirit stage powerhouse, he showed not the slightest trace of panic or unease. His gaze was peaceful, and he smiled at him.
"Fellow Daoist Yu has returned safely. That counts as surviving a scare. Do you need to rest for a while?" Lin Tao nodded slightly and spoke before the others.
Lin Tao was also speechless over the grudge between Qin Fengming and Yu Changtian.
Although he did not know what had given Qin Fengming the nerve to antagonize a late Profound Spirit stage powerhouse in the Chaotic Land, after what had happened earlier, Lin Tao already understood that this peak Spirit Severing cultivator before him was not someone who could be casually manipulated.
Even a late Profound Spirit stage powerhouse—or a peak existence—could not do so.
"No need. I have completely recovered. We can set out now." The sharpness in Yu Changtian's eyes faded. He glanced at the other four and spoke calmly.
"Very well. Let us depart."
Everyone fell silent. Their figures flickered, and they flew away in one direction.
As they ventured deeper into the Chaotic Battlefield, fierce winds and spatial rifts appeared with increasing frequency.
By then, all six naturally knew the danger, so they slowed down even more than before.
Two months later, a very strange range of mountains appeared before them.