The voice drifted over, seemingly little affected by the deafening roar. It had merely grown hazy amid the vast hurricane sweeping across the land.
The sudden sound made Qin Fengming and the other two turn pale at the same time.
Facing the savage ancient beasts and ferocious birds ahead, the three no longer felt overly afraid. But at the thought of the Mahayana cultivators from the Aoteng Realm who might arrive, terror surged in all their hearts.
The beasts possessed some intelligence, but not much. Even if Qin Fengming entered the Dust Space right in front of those beasts and ferocious birds, their limited intelligence meant they would not search extensively.
The Mahayana cultivators of the Aoteng Realm were different. The moment Qin Fengming and the other two suddenly vanished from their divine senses, they would immediately think of the Sumeru Space. Searching the vicinity carefully would be a certainty.
It could be said that Qin Fengming and the other two had already fallen within the divine-sense lock of whoever had spoken.
No matter how they hid, there was no longer any possibility of escape.
Qin Fengming still had some confidence when facing one Mahayana cultivator. But if he had to face several Mahayana cultivators from the Aoteng Realm, he truly had not the slightest confidence.
Xuan Luo and Yao Luo hurriedly looked toward Qin Fengming with pale faces, their gazes filled with urgent questioning.
The two were thinking exactly the same thing: they had to leave this place as quickly as possible.
Yet they also knew that even if they fled, they probably could not escape.
"We'll see who has come before we say anything else." Qin Fengming's expression was gloomy, sharp light flashing in his eyes as he turned and looked toward the direction of the voice, transmitting