Qin Fengming flew at full speed, sensing the dozens of cultivators behind him closing in at a pace that could hardly be called swift. His heart remained calm and steady.
Venerable Jie Mie had already sent word, telling Qin Fengming that the formation was being set up at the edge of a vast region shrouded in miasma to the southeast of Miguang Island. Although it was several million miles from the waters around Miguang Island, Qin Fengming did not think it would be too difficult. As long as he handled things properly, he should be able to draw all the evildoers there.
Now that everyone's cultivation realms were the same—early Profound Tier—Qin Fengming was confident that, at the same realm, his fleeing speed would fall behind no one.
Even if one or two of them possessed astonishing speed and rapidly caught up, he had absolute confidence in resisting them or even forcing them back. Completely killing them was not impossible, either.
He had even dared to clash head-on with Ancestor Jiao Wei after the latter manifested his true form. These cultivators in the Chaos Realm truly had never entered Qin Fengming's eyes.
Of course, Qin Fengming was also itching for a fight, considering how he might entangle the people behind him and test just how powerful the tremendous benefits he had gained in that hidden space really were.
Although he looked forward to it, Qin Fengming still had some misgivings. He did not want to face dozens of Three Realms great experts head-on.
Mahayana cultivators had all survived countless trials. Whether in scheming or mentality, they stood at the very pinnacle. Even with their realms suppressed, if they went all out, every one of them would possess terrifying strength.
Qin Fengming had absolute confidence in dealing with one person. But