Beast Cry Mountain Range, not long after Qin Ming had left.
At the site where the battle with the fiend cultivators had just erupted, the air began to ripple like water before trembling violently.
Just then.
Two Rainbow Escape Lights flew in from afar and came to an abrupt stop in the sky nearby.
As the escape lights faded, they revealed two figures utterly devoid of magical aura, appearing no different from ordinary mortals.
Yet anyone capable of standing in the air without emitting the slightest trace of Spiritual Pressure was clearly no ordinary person.
One of them was a tower-like burly man. He was Ancient Mountain Demon Saint of the Mountain Giant Ape clan, whom Qin Ming had met once at the grand ceremony in the Fox Clan Holy Land.
Beside him stood a male Demon Cultivator in black feathered robes, his black hair bound beneath a crown. Aside from his horn-like pointed nose, nearly all his features were no different from those of a human.
He was plainly another Demon Saint-level figure who had fully taken human form.
"Brother Ancient Mountain, the destruction from this battle seems to have been caused by a great demon at the late third tier or above."
"How come I have never heard that such a Demon Cultivator existed in this region of the Beast Cry Mountain Range?"
Ancient Mountain Demon Saint did not answer him directly. Instead, he narrowed his eyes and carefully sensed the area with his Demonic Sense for a moment.
Then his brows could not help but furrow.
Somewhat puzzled, he said, "Strange. Why do I sense a faint, intermittent aura belonging to my clan?"
"Ah? Brother Ancient Mountain, surely you are mistaken?" the black-feathered Demon Cultivator said in surprise. "Do not joke around. Could it be that another