What shocked Qin Fengming was that the Flying Dragon's escape speed was already comparable to that of an Integration stage cultivator, yet the terrifying beast hot on their heels seemed hardly to have fallen behind.
No wonder none of the fleeing cultivators dared change direction in the slightest. The moment they made even a minor adjustment, the ferocious beast behind them might catch up and swallow them whole.
Even so, after Qin Fengming and the two others had encountered the beast for the time it took to drink a cup of tea, two screams rang out from behind them.
The howls shook the heavens. Even beneath the thunderous roar of the enormous waves, they still carried far into the distance.
Hearing those two wails, the cultivators fleeing at full speed grew even more terrified. Everyone knew that once they fell within the beast's attack range, there was only one possible outcome: they would perish completely in its jaws, with not even their core infants or souls able to escape.
The cultivators fled in panic, like dogs that had lost their homes and fish that had slipped through the net. Each summoned his own life-saving escape art and sped madly across the pitch-black sea beneath the towering waves.
The Flying Dragon streaked rapidly through a formidable cloud of radiance, yet a thoughtful look appeared in Qin Fengming's eyes.
He was extremely curious as to why so many cultivators had been pursued by the beast behind them. Ordinarily, the moment such a terrifying beast revealed itself, the surrounding cultivators would scatter in all directions. There was no reason for them all to flee so neatly toward the same destination.
"Fellow Daoist Zheng, approach one of the fleeing people." As his thoughts raced, Qin Fengming suddenly spoke.
Hearing Qin Fengming's unexpected words, Zheng