The Devil Race had mostly gathered together.
That made it difficult for Qin Shaofeng to find an opportunity to strike.
Even the weakest gathered Devil Race team displayed a strength that Qin Shaofeng couldn't handle at present.
So Qin Shaofeng settled down for the time being. He used the Yin Yang Fire within his body to completely mask his aura, then concealed his tracks.
However, Qin Shaofeng also noticed that the aura of the Supreme Master Xue Kuang seemed to be slowly fading.
After all, he had truly fallen. Even someone who had possessed supreme power in life could now only have his corpse fought over by others.
As the aura gradually faded, the fighting in the area grew more and more intense.
Earlier, the aura had kept everyone ten miles away. But as the Supreme Master's aura slowly diminished, that boundary began to shrink.
Then, large numbers of humans and Devils naturally began running into one another.
There was no need to say more: everyone had the same goal. There was only one corpse of a Supreme Master, and anyone who wanted to claim it would have to rely on their own strength.
The fighting had begun!
No, the fighting had started long ago. It had simply grown more intense now—more savage, even.
Qin Shaofeng, hiding in the shadows, had no intention of showing himself, but he was active on one blood-soaked battlefield after another.
Large numbers of humans and Devils died in the fierce clashes.
To Qin Shaofeng, the dead—whether Devil or human—still had their uses.
His Feather Blade could absorb their Inner Worlds and Law Pills after they died.
The Inner World of someone in the Nirvana Realm was naturally more powerful than one belonging to someone in the Emperor Realm or Realm King Realm.
Unless the