The terrain here rose and fell unevenly, with tall mountain peaks scattered across it like stars on a chessboard. Since they could neither fly through the air nor release their divine senses to investigate their surroundings, and the dark-red mist further blocked their view, the cultivators had become no different from ordinary mortals, with their methods greatly restricted.
In a battle relying on physical strength, Qin Fengming truly feared no Mahayana cultivator.
Running swiftly through the dark-red mist and feeling sharp wisps of aura slice across his entire body, Qin Fengming showed no trace of fear on his face.
Wrapped in the aura of the dragon bone, he was swept by the mist's blades, which left only marks like scratches from needle tips across his body. They could not injure his meridians or bones.
The magic power and soul energy within his body had been completely suppressed and could no longer circulate.
Gripping the nearly two-zhang-long dragon bone tightly in both hands, Qin Fengming's body moved like an agile ape. His feet tapped rapidly against the ground, and his figure shot forward like a sharp arrow, astonishingly fast.
Azure Cloud Maze was a light-body technique that relied entirely on physical strength. Using it in this Bizarre Land was simply ideal.
"Hmph. You think you can annihilate the seven of us with physical strength alone? You people simply can't do it. With the time you're wasting, you'd all be better off hurrying to find the Star Fixing Plate."
Qin Fengming halted. From the distant mist came a series of thudding impacts of flesh, followed by Han Xufeng's cold voice.
The pounding gradually ceased. More than twenty figures soon separated and ran toward the distant region shrouded in mist.
A succession of tearing sounds rang out, followed immediately by a cultivator's scream.