Enemies Meet on a Narrow Path

Although Qin Fengming could still tell where he was when he entered the Misty Zone, by the time he passed through it and entered the Sky Flame Mountain Range, he had already lost all basis for determining his location within the range.

By then, Qin Fengming himself still had no idea where he was exactly.

The only thing in his favor was that he had not lost his sense of direction. He could still distinguish east from west and north from south, which was a blessing in disguise.

Only now did Qin Fengming fully understand why, whenever the Sky Flame Mountain Range opened, tens of thousands—or even hundreds of thousands—of cultivators entered it, yet in the end, only a pitiful few managed to find the white mist region.

It was because, in the central area of the Sky Flame Mountain Range, even cultivators found it difficult to distinguish their bearings.

The searing lava from the volcanoes spilled in all directions. Even if a cultivator had just passed through a place, when he returned a moment later, the scenery around him would surely have changed.

Under such circumstances, trying to determine one's position was something even a Core Formation cultivator would find difficult.

Qin Fengming did not hesitate in the slightest. Thinking more in this region would be useless. The only thing he could do was fly forward and hope that luck would explode in his favor, allowing him to stumble upon the white mist region.

Thinking this, Qin Fengming desperately urged his art and flew forward with extreme caution.

"Who is hiding there? Please show yourselves."

As Qin Fengming flew alone, he suddenly sensed a trace of abnormal spiritual energy fluctuations behind him. There were several sources of that fluctuation. His thoughts raced, and he immediately turned around, fixed his