"There's a strong presence of Demon Qi," Luo Feng said, his gaze fixed westward, his expression grave.
"A strong Demon Qi?" Zhou Qing paused, surprise spreading across his face. Luo Feng had remained unruffled even when confronted by a third-level Martial Artist of the Spiritual Rotation Realm. For him to show such an expression now meant something unusual was happening.
"Could it be aimed at us?"
Luo Feng first shook his head, then nodded. "Indeed, it is aimed at us, but there are also numerous human Martial Artists in the vicinity of the Demon Qi."
"What's going on?" Zhou Qing asked, a puzzled expression on his face as he followed Luo Feng's gaze. The western sky, set against the setting sun and verdant plains, was a picturesque and magnificent spectacle.
