Qin Fengming was utterly helpless as well, and stopped fighting Holy Lord Xie Yun.
After that exchange, Qin Fengming had put away any thoughts of battling top Mahayana cultivators in this secret realm. Aside from Old Monster Mo Yu, he feared no one else was willing to fight him with all their strength.
And dealing with Old Monster Mo Yu would not be easy for Qin Fengming either. He would have to use every means at his disposal to gain anything.
In this closed space where everyone was on guard, neither Mahayana cultivator would place anything above their own safety. Faced with someone stronger than themselves, no one was willing to fight. It was just like Long You and his wife: the moment they saw Qin Fengming, they had not shown the slightest intention of fighting and had fled immediately.
No Mahayana cultivator was a fool. Knowing the other side possessed terrifying strength, who would still fight them alone? Would that not be courting death like an idiot?
Everyone had come here to seek opportunities and benefits amid the war, not to throw their lives away. Thus, although Qin Fengming had been able to kill several people with ease at the beginning, by now, even someone like Holy Lord Xie Yun had become cautious when facing him and would no longer fight him to the death without considering the consequences.
For either side to be willing to fight desperately, the prerequisite was believing they could overpower the other.
If they lacked confidence, they naturally would not take risks lightly. This was only the beginning; it was still far from the time to stake their lives in battle.
After both sides had experienced the first wave of fighting, none of the very top Mahayana cultivators had fallen.
After thinking it over