Qin Fengming's expression was gloomy, but his heart surged violently. Although those few people had spoken lightly, Qin Fengming could imagine the perilous circumstances Qingyu had experienced and faced while being pursued and surrounded on a massive scale by dozens of cultivators.
These cultivators—setting aside the several Mahayana Existence—were likely all outstanding figures of extraordinary strength in their respective interfaces, even among the Profound Tier cultivators.
Otherwise, how could several Mahayana Existence have led them into the Chaos Realm?
The accounts given by these Profound Tier cultivators were largely the same, and there was little worth Qin Fengming's attention. However, from their words, Qin Fengming had also reached a few conclusions. These Profound Tier cultivators had not actually caught up with Qingyu. Only those several Mahayana Existence had truly fought with her.
The Profound Tier cultivators' role had merely been to harass Qingyu while the several Mahayana Existence took the opportunity to pursue and kill her. Yet very few of the cultivators had witnessed the fighting at close range.
Qin Fengming turned his gaze toward the two identical Burly Man Mo figures, whose expressions were dispirited. Sharp light flickered ceaselessly in his eyes.
At this moment, the Burly Man Mo had long since lost his former imposing bearing.
After witnessing Qin Fengming kill Chi Qing, capture more than a dozen cultivators of the same tier, and battle Ancestor Jiao Wei, the Burly Man Mo had been thoroughly shaken.
In their eyes, Ancestor Jiao Wei was an incomparably powerful existence. Yet this group of cultivators, numbering only a few, had actually captured and killed many of their more than twenty people head-on without dodging or avoiding the confrontation. Even when Ancestor Jiao Wei had unleashed his full power, he had failed to gain the slightest advantage.
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