Faced with a terrifying beast tide numbering in the millions, an individual's strength was truly far too insignificant. Even a Golden Immortal Mighty, once trapped by an endless beast tide, would have only one road awaiting him—death—because among those ferocious beasts, there were also existences comparable to Golden Immortal-stage beasts.
There were no True Immortal cultivators here, because there were no True Immortal-rank ferocious beasts in the beast tide either.
Qin Fengming cupped his fist to that man, put away the Ying Eagle, and led Dong Qian and the other man flying in the direction indicated.
The path ahead had already been sealed off by the Combined Attack Formation. If they wanted to pass through, someone had to guide them; otherwise, barging in recklessly would inevitably trigger the Combined Attack Formation. Qin Fengming was not so arrogant as to disregard a Combined Attack Formation laid down by tens of thousands of cultivators.
"What business do the three of you have?" Led by someone, they arrived at the summit of a mountain and saw a Golden Immortal Mighty. Looking at the three bowing figures, the middle-aged Golden Immortal spoke.
"This junior wishes to enter the Beast Riot Mountains through the gap ahead. Please have someone leave a passage open, Senior." Qin Fengming straightened up, and at the same time, sent a suit of battle armor before this Golden Immortal Huang Cheng.
Money could make ghosts turn millstones; Qin Fengming understood this principle well.
Seeing the surging, majestic energy on the Coiling Dragon Armor, the Golden Immortal Mighty, whose expression had still been gloomy just now, immediately revealed a smile. "There is no problem if you want to enter the Beast Riot Mountains, but you must know that two Golden Immortal fellow Daoists have already sent back word. In three more days,