The powerful aura emanating from Qin Fengming had lost its earlier sharpness beneath the demon aura released by the hundreds of rapidly converging Level 8 and 9 demon beasts, as well as dozens of Shapeshifting demon cultivators.
It was like a surging river suddenly flowing into a vast lake and sea.
Facing the imposing horde of demon beasts that had gathered, roaring as fierce winds howled around them, Qin Fengming stood where he was. His slight frame was straight as a pine, without the slightest tremor.
Zhuyan, who had been brimming with arrogance moments ago, now changed countenance, his former momentum gone.
Although he possessed the bloodline of a divine beast, among the Shapeshifting demon cultivators who had advanced to the late stage, peak, in the Ghost Realm, which one was not a formidable existence?
Confronted at once by so many beings of the same rank, Zhuyan had already admitted to himself that he was no match for them.
"Regardless of which sect you belong to, since you have disregarded the rules of the Demon King's Hall and ventured deep into its heartland, you even dared to show such disrespect to my Demon King. Don't expect to leave unscathed! All cultivators of the Demon King's Hall, heed my order. Quickly activate the Myriad Demon Array, capture this man, and hand him over to the Demon King to deal with."
Seeing that Qin Fengming had no intention of yielding in the slightest, the middle-aged demon cultivator suddenly pointed toward the sky.
The instant his finger moved, a mass of demon mist suddenly surged into existence in the air. Before he had even finished speaking, the enormous valley had already been enveloped by the billowing demon mist.
The demon mist spread with astonishing speed. It was not emerging from a single location,