Qin Fengming hovered in midair, releasing his divine sense and sweeping it toward the distant battlefield. A moment later, a look of bewilderment appeared on his face.
The battle zone was sealed off by restrictions. Its area was vast, spanning a radius of one or two hundred thousand miles, and there were countless cultivators fighting within it—roughly several thousand by a quick estimate. There were not only cultivators inside, but also a far greater number of various fierce beasts and members of the Devil Race.
With a single sweep of his gaze, Qin Fengming discovered that all the cultivators engaged in battle were from the True Demon Realm.
Such a massive battle involving so many cultivators, all of them from the True Demon Realm, left Qin Fengming deeply puzzled. It was currently the time of Zou Rui's chaos, yet the True Demon Realm was still embroiled in such a large-scale melee. It made little sense.
Qin Fengming had originally intended to ignore it. However, when his divine sense swept over the surroundings, he found no other cultivators within several hundred thousand miles. If he wanted to learn something about the True Demon Realm's situation, those cultivators were undoubtedly the most suitable people to ask.
"All of you, stop! Who is in charge here?" Qin Fengming forcefully pierced through a layer of restrictions and suddenly appeared within the battle zone. With a soft utterance, his voice surged outward, sweeping thousands of miles around him into its reach.
No visible sound waves rippled out, yet the surrounding cultivators and Magic Beasts immediately trembled as if struck by thunder. They staggered backward one after another, and for a moment, the slaughter between them came to a halt.
"Ah... a senior!"
Dozens of cultivators cried out in alarm, their expressions changing drastically as looks