Qin Fengming was somewhat curious. After entering the Mist Lake secret realm several hours ago, he had not encountered a single other cultivator. There were two possibilities. One was that this secret realm was too vast. Although quite a few cultivators had entered it, they had been scattered far and wide. The other was that he had flown too quickly, directly leaving the area where the cultivators had gathered.
That was fine, too. He did not want to encounter Fang Cong and the others just yet.
If he really encountered the dozens of Mahayana cultivators led by Fang Cong right now, he would have only one choice: flee at top speed. There was no way he could clash with them head-on.
Of course, if Fang Cong and the others wanted to gather together, they would also need to spend some time. Unless they had prepared communication items to contact one another beforehand. But even with preparations, gathering a large number of cultivators would still take time.
Qin Fengming flew on once more without stopping, searching for a mist cluster suitable for a Mahayana cultivator to enter secluded cultivation.
Several days later, Qin Fengming stopped on an island. In the mountain forest at the island's edge, a Mahayana ferocious beast was lying prostrate. This showed that he had approached an area suitable for Mahayana cultivators to enter secluded cultivation.
It was a mastiff beast, its entire body covered in thick fur. Fierce light flickered in its eyes, giving off a dangerous feeling.
Qin Fengming paused briefly. Then his figure flashed, and he left the Ying Eagle. His body approached the Mahayana mastiff beast, and a streak of Sword Qi shot out, cleaving toward it.
A beastly roar shook the heavens. The burly mastiff beast's body suddenly transformed into a streak of