When the middle-aged man cried out, a strange glint flashed through Qin Fengming's eyes.
In an instant, he saw through his divine sense a vast expanse of dim, murky clouds suddenly appear three hundred miles away, stretching from earth to sky.
The clouds rolled and surged without end, like a raging sea churned by storm-tossed waves.
The moment his divine sense touched them, Qin Fengming felt a terrifying force that tore at his mind suddenly sweep over it. The strand of divine sense that brushed against the clouds was immediately drawn inside.
A tremendous dragging force erupted. Even though Qin Fengming hurriedly withdrew his divine sense, a small portion still failed to return and was forcibly stripped away by the devouring power contained within the clouds.
The instant he sensed this, Qin Fengming's brows furrowed sharply.
If his true body had been here, he would not have feared clouds of such power in the slightest. Even if his true body's divine sense entered such a formidable fog, he would not feel the least discomfort. Nor would his divine sense encounter much obstruction within those clouds.
But at this moment, encountering such a fog with his mid Nascent Soul stage cultivation could be said to be extremely fatal.
What those Core Formation cultivators had said was not false. Although they had not physically touched the Sun-Devouring Wind, it truly seemed capable of devouring cultivators' divine sense and magical power.
With the Sun-Devouring Wind sweeping forth with such power, even Integration stage cultivators likely would not dare enter it.
A grave look suddenly appeared in Qin Fengming's eyes. With his current strength, if he fell into it, he would truly be in danger of perishing.
"Fellow Daoists, the clouds have now spread to within three hundred miles. Your escape speed could never