Just as Qin Fengming had set off, he suddenly stopped. A sharp glint flashed through his eyes, and with a flick of his hand, more than a dozen small formation flags shot out. In a flash, they sank into the volcanic ash around the spirit fruit and vanished without a trace.
Only after finishing this did Qin Fengming set off again, running toward the Black Fiend Island cultivators a hundred zhang away.
"Ah, you brat. Who are you?"
Just as Qin Fengming came within sixty or seventy zhang of the three Black Fiend Island cultivators meditating there, one of them suddenly opened his eyes. His expression froze, and he shouted sternly, "Who are you?"
Following the old man's voice, the other two cultivators also opened their eyes. Their expressions changed at once, and a trace of fear appeared on all their faces. Yet when they saw clearly who stood before them, they all let out a long breath.
Seeing that the three had discovered him, Qin Fengming did not pause in the slightest. His figure abruptly vanished before them, and when he flashed into view again, he was only forty or fifty zhang away from the trio.
"Hmph. Who am I? Go to the Netherworld and seek your answer."
A cold snort rang out. Three beams of white light flashed, appearing in the eyes of the three Black Fiend Island cultivators along with Qin Fengming's reappearance. Flickering, they shot toward the three men.
"Not good! Junior Brothers, dodge!"
Although the three had now clearly seen that the young cultivator before them was only at the early Core Formation stage, he had not paused in the slightest despite facing three late Core Formation cultivators. With a single flash, he had vanished.
The Black Fiend Island Old Man Wang was suddenly horrified.