At that moment, Qin Fengming was exhausted in both body and mind. Apart from his magic power, which was kept plentiful by the replenishment of spirit liquid, his overall condition could only be described as abysmal.
Yet he did not choose to flee at top speed. Instead, his blood surged in his chest, and he seemed intent on fighting that ferocious beast.
Qin Fengming was, of course, not acting recklessly, nor was he relying on a momentary burst of hotheadedness.
His divine sense swept out. At the edge of the Chaos mist more than a thousand miles away, gray mist filled the sky and surged forth like a flood reaching the heavens, roiling violently and blotting out the sun.
However, he suddenly discovered that the gray hurricane roaring through the Chaos mist like a flying horse, though somewhat faster than before, was clearly far slower than he had expected.
Clearly, that enormous ferocious beast, whose body stretched for who knew how many miles, was not skilled at fleeing at high speed.
The beast was currently much slower than the Ming Heng Yan Beast Qin Fengming had encountered back then. Although it was still nowhere near Qin Fengming's current escape speed, without the interference of the Chaos mist, Qin Fengming's speed had increased dramatically. Moreover, he could now unleash all kinds of arts and divine abilities without restraint. This caused his confidence in entangling the beast to surge abruptly.
The gale howled. The gray mist spreading across hundreds of miles resembled a gray ocean shooting forward, sweeping across heaven and earth as it surged toward Qin Fengming. Its might was even more terrifying and spine-chilling than it had been within the Chaos mist.
Earlier, inside the Chaos mist, Qin Fengming's divine sense had covered only a tiny area. Even with Jun