The Blood Raven Clan had already packed up and left. It was unlikely they would send another group into Black Wind Mountain.
Could it have entered Black Wind Mountain earlier?
But the problem was, it had not appeared in either Wu Zhuzi's or Black Feather's Shadow Play.
Shaking his head, Qin He could not make heads or tails of it, so he simply could not be bothered to think about it anymore.
If he could figure it out, he would. If he could not, then forget it.
A moment later, Qin He arrived before a pitch-black cavern.
It was a cavern formed in the cliff face of the mountain. Inside was a mass of utter darkness, with eerie winds howling out from within, tainting the wind aura with an added trace of bone-chilling cold.
Qin He studied it for a moment and discovered shadows prowling in the depths of the darkness. Several icy gazes would occasionally peek out to appraise him, as if calculating something.
"Wretches!"
Qin He simply raised a hand and waved. Three fireballs immediately howled into the cavern.
Cold, were they? Staring at him, were they?
Then he would turn up the heat. Whatever they were, they could have a taste of Samadhi True Fire first.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
The three balls of flame exploded thunderously, igniting everything combustible.
The scattered dry bones littering the ground became the finest fuel.
The flames spread rapidly, roaring skyward.
"Hisss—"
"Roar—"
Qin He heard several low, miserable cries, which quickly fell silent again.
At the same time, the sensation of those icy stares vanished swiftly.
Without slowing, Qin He strode straight inside. Following the same method, he used Samadhi True Fire to clear the way wherever he could not see clearly, instantly setting the cavern ablaze with rolling heat waves