As he flew, Qin Fengming's divine sense rapidly swept toward that dense Land of Yin Mist, anxiety and fear interweaving in his heart. His face wore a rare expression of trepidation.
Qin Fengming truly feared those two terrifying vicious beasts. The scene that had terrified him back then remained vivid in his mind even now, making it difficult for him to calm his thoughts.
His strength had increased considerably by now, but when he recalled the scene of those vicious beasts fighting, Qin Fengming was certain that even with his greatly enhanced strength, he still could not withstand the attacks of those two fiends head-on.
Fleeing far away was what he had to do without hesitation.
However, as Qin Fengming fled at high speed, his figure suddenly flashed, and he reappeared in the void.
"Ha ha ha... I never thought I, too, would have a moment of mistaking a bow's reflection for a snake." After appearing, Qin Fengming suddenly let out a self-mocking laugh.
From that endlessly surging Yin Mist, he had indeed sensed the auras from when those two great fiends had fought. Yet after Qin Fengming carefully thought it over, a light suddenly dawned in his mind. He abruptly realized that those auras were no longer very abundant, nor were they particularly intense.
The dense Yin Mist brimming with spatial aura was the dominant force within that violently surging fog.
Once he understood this, Qin Fengming's heart suddenly brightened. Even if those two fiends had once appeared here, they must have left long ago.
He turned around and sent his divine sense probing toward that stretch of Yin Mist once more. Although Qin Fengming had already reached a conclusion, he still remained there for the time it took to brew a cup of tea before approaching the Land