"That... that was the Crimson Demon Ancestor!"
As a streak of crimson radiance shot toward them from the distance without the slightest concealment, rapidly drawing near, Meng He suddenly cried out beside Qin Fengming's ear.
At this moment, Qin Fengming was already inside the island's mist.
Not only Qin Fengming—even the more than two hundred cultivators who had previously hovered above the water had vanished without a trace.
After weighing the matter again and again, Qin Fengming had ultimately allowed the more than two hundred cultivators to enter the mist formed by the island's restrictions.
After not seeing any cultivators arrive for a long while, Qin Fengming had become certain that the cultivators he had deliberately let go earlier had already passed the information on to more people. Given cultivators' caution, they naturally would not come one wave at a time on their own. They would certainly gather together, discuss a plan, and then act in concert.
The reason he had deliberately let them go was largely that he had grown tired of dealing with wave after wave of cultivators.
In fact, Qin Fengming's actions here had undoubtedly reduced the number of casualties among the cultivators entering Yunxing Space.
In the past, after entering Yunxing Space and nearing the exit passage, cultivators would hunt and kill one another to seize each other's spirit herbs.
Because of Qin Fengming's actions, those bloody scenes of the past had ceased to appear. The only situation everyone had to face now was how to enter the passage island and leave Yunxing Space safely.
Qin Fengming was not entirely without misgivings about facing thousands of Ghost Master stage cultivators arriving together.
He was confident that even if he faced the siege of over a thousand Ghost Master cultivators, he could leave safely. But if such