Watching the slender red streams of rock wrapped in elongated flames, Qin Fengming's eyes narrowed.
Each stream of rock was almost capable of scorching the void. Every one that shot out carved a clear gash through the already searing void, as if piercing the blazing air.
The corners of Qin Fengming's eyes tightened, and intense caution flashed in his gaze. Those crimson rock streams possessed power absolutely comparable to the full-force strike of a late Profound Tier peak cultivator.
No wonder a powerful being from the True Ghost Realm had been swept up by the flying crimson molten rock and died within it.
Everyone's expressions instantly turned extraordinarily ugly, and horror appeared in all their eyes. Fear surged unstoppably from the depths of their hearts.
Even the three Mahayana cultivators from the True Demon Realm now showed fear in their eyes.
"Look, quick, look! What are those clouds of mist the giant is spewing from its mouth?" Du Zhan suddenly shouted amid the surging roar.
The towering molten giant was wrapped in crimson flames. Amid the searing heat rising around it, clouds of red mist gushed and churned from its mouth and nostrils, as though bubbles were floating around its head.
When his divine sense touched them, Qin Fengming's heart jolted violently. His vast divine sense seemed to be abruptly sliced away by a sharp blade; the instant it touched the crimson mist, it broke free of its connection to his mind.
"Baleful Intent Godly Demon Aura! That's Baleful Intent Godly Demon Aura." Qin Fengming's mind thundered as he immediately determined what the mist was. It was precisely the Baleful Intent Godly Demon Aura they had come to seek.
Everyone's spirits soared, the danger they had just faced forgotten. Their eyes held nothing but those clouds of mist.
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