Sound Wave Attack

Qin Fengming had already thought everything through regarding this journey into the Sky Flame Mountain Range. He knew that his greatest enemies were not the countless demonic beasts within the mountain range, but the vast numbers of Core Formation cultivators.

The thought of facing tens of thousands of mid- to late-stage Core Formation cultivators left Qin Fengming deeply uneasy.

Although Qin Fengming possessed hundreds of high-grade talismans, compared with tens of thousands of Core Formation cultivators, they would be little more than a drop in the bucket. Thus, after entering the Sky Flame Mountain Range, he would be better off encountering as few cultivators as possible.

Two days later, the people from Manghuang Mountain followed behind Zhuang Daoqin and flew toward the yellow fog.

The other sects, Lineages, and numerous Rogue Cultivators had also left their temporary lodgings and headed toward the yellow fog.

Qin Fengming concealed himself among the Core Formation cultivators, and his face showed not the slightest abnormality.

Having experienced the Ancient Battlefield before, Qin Fengming was not especially afraid of this trip into the Sky Flame Mountain Range. The only thing troubling him now was his own Five Dragon Physique. If he could not find a way to resolve the problem, he would find it difficult to advance any further on the path of cultivation in this lifetime.

This matter hung over Qin Fengming's heart like a great mountain, impossible to cast aside.

If Qin Fengming's mind had not already become incomparably resilient, he would surely have been unable to withstand such a blow. But no matter what, the road ahead was still long. He had already made up his mind that even if he could never advance any further, he would still give it his all.

Just as Qin Fengming's heart churned with restless emotions,