With Qin Fengming's sudden shout, the demon fog that had previously filled the entire valley suddenly seemed to encounter a fierce gale and was swept away in an instant.
As the demon fog dispersed, numerous Shapeshifting demon cultivators appeared throughout the vast valley, along with powerful demon beasts of all kinds lying on the ground and trembling in fear.
Those demon cultivators all held formation flags in their hands. Their faces were filled with terror, and their bodies were rigid, as though they had been struck by a binding spell.
The enormous demon beasts, meanwhile, lay sprawled throughout the valley, their heads drooping between their legs, their bodies curled up, their eyes filled with fear.
Faced with this sudden scene, Zhuyan, who had not suffered the slightest attack, stood there in a daze, his mouth slightly open as he was unable to utter a word.
Qin Fengming hovered a hundred zhang before the middle-aged cultivator. Looking at the man and the two or three dozen Demon King's Hall demon cultivators behind him, he did not attack again, merely gazing at them indifferently.
The Myriad Demon Array was indeed exceptionally powerful. Even if a late-stage Ghost King cultivator entered it, Qin Fengming was certain that breaking out would not be possible in a short time.
But that did not include Qin Fengming himself.
It was not that Qin Fengming had found the method for breaking the Myriad Demon Array in such a short time. Rather, he possessed that enormous stone on which Jun Yan had once meditated.
In truth, the greatest source of Qin Fengming's confidence when he entered the depths of the Demon King's Hall alone this time was that huge stone.
The aura of Jun Yan within that stone might be easily resisted by a Profound Rank demon beast