The exchange had Old Man Zhai startled. The Black Fiend Island cultivator opposite him was no ordinary fighter.
Although the Black Fiend Island cultivators lived overseas, they had spent years battling demonic beasts from the sea, and their combat experience was extraordinarily rich. Defeating them would be no easy task.
Yet by this point, neither side could possibly stop. Faced with that extraordinary spirit fruit, none of them would yield even an inch.
At present, the only cultivator who had not joined the battle was Old Monk Tianming. Standing to one side, he watched the fourteen cultivators fight, but a trace of unease stirred in his heart.
Although he had never seen a Black Fiend Island cultivator act, there were countless stories circulating throughout the Cultivation World. The Demon Fiend Art was held in the highest regard. Defeating or even killing his opponent would undoubtedly be extraordinarily difficult.
Both sides were hot-blooded, each wanting to kill the other as quickly as possible. Thus, although they had not yet used their most powerful techniques, they had brought out their mightiest magic treasures one after another. The thunderous sounds of collision rang out between heaven and earth.
In an instant, immense energy fluctuations spread in all directions for several miles, and the air grew thick with chaos and smoke.
With such a huge commotion, even those dozens of miles away would surely hear it.
Qin Fengming, who had already retreated, had circled around to the other side. The moment he heard that the two sides were about to clash, he immediately hid himself. After all, cultivators' battles affected a vast area, and he had no intention of being caught up in it and becoming everyone's target.
Qin Fengming had hidden on the opposite side of the battlefield. Between him and the others,