"I wonder which fellow cultivator is here. Please show yourself. Otherwise, don't blame this old lady for making a move," Feng Zhongli shouted coldly.
The seventh-rank demon beast underground remained asleep, clearly having been tampered with.
And that person was very likely still hiding nearby.
Feng Zhongli's demand received no response.
Song Wen and Feng Zhongli exchanged a glance, then both rose into the air and looked down upon the mountain below.
Feng Zhongli's thick right hand slowly clenched into a fist, red-black Killing Intent surging over it.
As she threw a punch through the air, a dark crimson fist shadow shot from her hand.
Boom—
The mountain, hundreds of zhang high, instantly shattered.
Rubble flew in all directions, and dust soared into the sky.
The fist shadow's remaining force did not diminish. It pierced through the thick rock and soil, plunging a hundred li underground before striking the slumbering seventh-rank demon beast.
The demon beast's fleshly body immediately exploded.
The fist shadow exploded with it.
Violent energy burst forth from the demon beast's lair deep underground.
The earth shook violently again, and the ground sank several zhang.
Song Wen and Feng Zhongli's eyes suddenly narrowed.
At the instant the demon beast's lair collapsed, a formation barrier abruptly appeared beneath it.
Golden runes glimmered across the formation barrier, blocking the energy's impact.
"Fellow cultivator, why hide your head and show your tail?" Feng Zhongli's voice was low and heavy, carrying a trace of displeasure.
The formation before them was clearly an eighth-rank formation, capable of both defense and concealment. Otherwise, it could not have escaped the divine sense of a late-stage Mahayana cultivator like her.
She had invited the other party to show himself time and again, yet he had turned a deaf ear. This could not help but make