After about half a day, Ling Feng and his companions could see from afar what seemed to be a huge black mountain stretching across their path, blocking their way.
Yet, how could there be such a black mountain in this boundless desert?
However, as the three of them looked closely, their faces changed dramatically!
A colossal creature, thousands of feet long and stretching for dozens of miles, lay prostrate on the scorching hot yellow sand. Its enormous wings, feebly spread, drooped to the ground, twitching occasionally and stirring up rolling clouds of sand dust.
Beneath the creature, dark green blood spilled out like oil, spreading everywhere and staining the golden sandy land a pitch black.
Ling Feng’s eyelids twitched slightly as he unfolded his True Qi Wings and flew into the air, looking towards the creature in surprise, "My strike just now hit this creature, but it shouldn’t have been enough to end its life."
"It wasn’t us." Tuoba Yan also took to the air, rising to meet Ling Feng, and pointing to the surrounding devastated land, he slowly said, "After us, this creature engaged in another battle in this area. Moreover, it seems it didn’t last long before it died at the hands of another."
Narrowing his eyes, Ling Feng could clearly see a vast hole blasted into the head of the creature. Following the direction of the hole, there was a trail of scorched black ravine stretching for thousands of feet across the sands.
It seemed, just one move!
This move had precisely hit where he had struck with the Kunlun Break Prison and ended the life of that creature.
"What terrifying strength." Ling Feng squinted his eyes, feeling the residue of power fluctuations from that scorched black ravine, his expression slightly changing.
He and Mu Qianxue had combined their strength but failed to kill this creature, a Half-step Demon King Level beast, and yet it seemed someone had managed to kill it in one move!
Given the scorching strength, it wasn’t likely the work of Yaan Jinghong, which meant that the person who’d killed this creature came from another empire, with powers no less than Jinghong.
"How many geniuses are there in the Eastern Spirit Domain!"
Ling Feng clenched his fist, far from feeling disheartened by the unknown master’s strength, his fighting spirit was instead fiercely kindled.
Killing a Half-step Demon King in one stroke, even if it was already severely wounded, was still incredibly powerful.
"Now is not the time for awe." Tuoba Yan snorted softly, his face cold, "Judging by this route, these mysterious masters likely have the same destination as us. Meaning, they will reach the Ancient Sect ruins before us."
"Well, let’s set out then." Ling Feng smiled lightly.
Tuoba Yan frowned and said with a puzzled face, "What I meant was, considering such a formidable being is also headed to those ruins, do you think it’s still necessary for us to go?"
"Why wouldn’t it be necessary?"
Ling Feng raised his eyebrows, "I’m eager to find out just what types of powerful people exist in the other empires. Plus, with the three of us together, we might not be completely without means to protect ourselves. At the very least, with the Heavenly Strategy Treasure’s Tianhen Illusion Technique, we should have a chance to escape, don’t you think? Don’t forget, I was once the master of the Heavenly Strategy Treasure."
Tuoba Yan rolled her eyes at Ling Feng, bit her lip, and didn’t respond.
Ling Feng looked towards Mu Qianxue, since someone had gotten ahead of them, it was time to hasten their pace.
"Okay." Mu Qianxue nodded her head, holding the small Black Cat Ye Yi, and followed behind Ling Feng, heading towards the destination of the Ancient Sect ruins.
On the other side of Bone-Burying Wilderness.
"Mr. Feeng, that Finger Wind just now was really splendid!"
A chubby man dressed in a yellow Daoist robe, all smiles, approached a purple-clothed young man, while on the right side of the purple-clothed young man, a blue-clothed woman followed, looking up to the purple-clothed young man with admiration.
Defeating a Half-step Demon King with a single finger, that strength could only be described as terrifying.
Moreover, Mr. Feeng’s cultivation was merely at the First Level of the Divine Origin Realm!
"Young Master Feeng, your Prison Heaven Finger has progressed further!" the blue-clothed woman giggled.
"It’s not that my strength is terrifying. It’s more that the monster was already injured," Mr. Feeng proudly stood on a slightly elevated mound and said indifferently, "Whoever inflicted such an injury on a Half-step Demon King Level must also be quite formidable."
"No matter how impressive, they are still nothing compared to even one ten-thousandth of Mr. Feeng!" Fatty Huang chuckle-eyed said.
"Alright, Fatty Huang, spare me the flattery."
Mr. Feeng’s eyebrows raised, he spoke lightly, "I can roughly guess, among those under twenty with such strength in the Heavenly Saint Empire other than me, there is also Murong Wu from the Murong aristocratic family! In the Tianyang Empire, the Eleventh Prince, Nangong Yu, is also decent, but he has spent a lot of time refining the Xuanhuang Flame. Three years have passed, and I don’t know if he has broken through the Divine Origin Realm yet."
"The Sky Dragon Empire, nothing to speak of, but the Sky White Empire, despite its overall weak strength, has a guy named Yaan Jinghong whose fame is not small. I have confronted Nangong Yu and Murong Wu before, and those sword injuries weren’t their usual moves. If I am not misjudging, it must have been Yaan Jinghong who left those wounds on the Half-step Demon King."
Mr. Feeng, supporting his chin, analyzed lightly.
"All this Yaan Jinghong or that Jinghong, a minor Sky White Empire possessing some talent."
Fatty Huang’s fingers made a pinching motion, his compass pointing towards one direction as he laughed loudly, "Haha, got it!"
"Fatty Huang, your Dragon Seeking Skill, at this time, is rather useful," Mr. Feeng squinted his eyes, his figure flashed, and he had already appeared a hundred feet ahead.
"Mr. Feeng, wait for us!"
Fatty Huang and the blue-clothed woman shouted, hurriedly activating their movement techniques and swiftly followed.
At the same time, Yaan Jinghong led two other prodigies from the Sect World of the Sky White Empire, walking through the vast desert sand.
After entering the God Demon Battlefield, Yaan Jinghong had not abandoned the two burdens by his side; after all, his entry slot was provided by the Young Sect Master of the Thousand Mountain Sect, so he had to look after them to some extent.
The Sect Master of Thousand Mountain Sect had somehow also received news of the Ancient Sect relic, so Yaan Jinghong and his party were similarly heading towards that Ancient Sect relic.
All along the way, the Young Sect Master of Thousand Mountain Sect and another True Disciple of the Thousand Mountain Sect had scarcely needed to use their hands. Yaan Jinghong overpowered everything in his way. Even when encountering talents from other Empires, if conflicts arose, they were generally mildly wiped out by Yaan Jinghong.
Yaan Jinghong’s impressiveness was now deeply etched into the two’s hearts, never to be erased.
Just then, Yaan Jinghong narrowed his eyes and at a not-too-distant spot ahead, noticed a black-clothed youth holding a wine gourd, leaning half-drunk against a bare rock.
"A good dog doesn’t block the path, get lost!"
The Young Sect Master of Thousand Mountain Sect, Duan Qian, roared, having the backing of Yaan Jinghong, he was naturally fearless.
The black-clothed youth belched drunkenly, lazily looking towards Duan Qian, flicked his finger, and sent out a Finger Wind. With a "bang," it directly pierced through Duan Qian’s shoulder.