Just as Qin Fengming had put away the Silver Sheath Worm and flashed over to Mountain Demon, a cold snort suddenly rang out from the distant black seawater.
Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Fengming urged his spiritual sense, and a mass of mist surged forth, enveloping Mountain Demon within it.
The mist swept around him and immediately took him into the Divine Machine Mansion.
When Fang Liang heard the cold snort reverberate, his expression suddenly changed, and his divine sense rapidly swept outward.
It would have been fine if he had not looked, but once he did, an expression of sudden horror appeared on his handsome face. He had never imagined that such a terrifying existence would appear here—one whose pressure, aura, and cultivation realm he could not even judge at this moment.
If he could not determine the other party's realm and cultivation, did that not mean there was only one possibility? The true strength of this enormous, terrifying vicious bird before him had already exceeded the scope of the Profound Spirit realm.
A name suddenly appeared in Fang Liang's mind: "True Spirit!"
Fang Liang knew exactly what this name represented. Even an ordinary Mahayana cultivator could only treat a True Spirit existence with courtesy upon encountering one.
Yet this terrifying vicious bird before them, which clearly revealed the aura of a True Spirit, could speak human language—and its tone was far from friendly.
"There are restrictions here. I wonder whether you can break them?" Qin Fengming's eyes flickered slightly as he looked at the tall vicious bird that had appeared in the distance. He was terrified in his heart, but the tone of his voice was strangely calm.
Although the tall vicious bird's aura remained surging at this moment, Qin Fengming had already discovered that its aura was