A chill surged through Qin Fengming's heart. If it was a True Immortal Mighty, then no matter how he fled, it would be useless. But if it was a Golden Immortal, shaking them off would be best; if he could not shake them off, then he would bring out every method he had and fight a great battle.
He had a feeling that whoever was watching him harbored ill intent. They might even be someone from the Yin Devouring Sect.
He had already inquired clearly: the Yin Devouring Sect had no True Immortal Mighties. This made Qin Fengming's courage soar. If it was only a Golden Immortal from the Yin Devouring Sect, he truly did not fear them.
In truth, his current location was extremely far from the Yin Devouring Sect. By rights, he should not have run into any Yin Devouring Sect cultivators.
His figure fled through the air with swift speed, yet that feeling did not disappear. However, even when he released his divine sense, he could not detect anything at all.
Qin Fengming knew that, at this moment, the power of his divine sense was inferior to the other party's. If he wanted to shake them off, he could only drive his escape technique with all his might.
His figure shot through the void, his speed two notches faster than when Peng Hai Golden Immortal had pursued him back then. Qin Fengming's fleshly body was kneaded by tremendous force; his skin felt as though it were being stabbed by countless needle-blades, and strands of wounds appeared along with it.
This flight of Qin Fengming's lasted a full two days.
That feeling remained the entire time, never shaken off even for a moment.
However, Qin Fengming judged that the person chasing hard behind him was not much different