"Fellow Daoist Qin, you actually managed to approach that blue-gray fog so closely and still break free. This can be said to be the first time anyone in the Aoteng Interface has ever accomplished such a thing."
Qin Fengming was blasted backward through the air amid the violent, raging shockwaves of the explosion, flying several thousand zhang away in an instant. Just as his figure stabilized, a loud voice entered his ears.
The speaker was Commander Tian Long.
During the time Qin Fengming had approached the blue-gray fog, the six cultivators from Yuheng Land had watched the fog enveloping him from afar, all of them tense.
Facing the blue-gray fog ahead, none of them dared release their divine sense, but they could still watch it with their eyes.
From beginning to end, the surprise and disbelief in their eyes had never ceased. Amid them, envy and jealousy had also flashed.
None of them knew why Qin Fengming dared approach the blue-gray fog so closely.
At first, they had only one thought: this young cultivator from the Spirit Realm was fearless through ignorance. He must have had no idea how terrifying the fog was, which was why he had dared approach it.
Some had even foreseen Qin Fengming fleeing back in an instant, covered in blood.
Of course, some had hoped that Qin Fengming would be restrained on the spot by the terrifying fog's binding force and be unable to escape.
But most of them still hoped that Qin Fengming would return safe and sound.
However, none of the thoughts in their hearts became reality. Whether they had hoped to see Qin Fengming perish on the spot, wanted to see him covered in blood so that he might learn a lesson, or wished for him to return safely, none of it