At the borders of the ancient battlefield.
A spirit light streaked through the air at an extremely fast speed.
If one focused their gaze, they would be able to make out faintly a spirit vessel carrying 10 cultivators and a demon beast. At the bow of the vessel, a green-robed cultivator stood steering its direction.
The green-robed cultivator was Su Zimo.
On the spirit vessel, the injured cultivators had already bandaged their wounds simply and changed into new sets of robes. Only, they still looked pale, fatigued and weak.
Everyone looked at the green-robed cultivator at front, filled with emotions and deep thoughts.
It could be said that they would have all been dead for this ancient battlefield expedition if not for him.
Right now, they did not even have the strength to ride on their flying swords.
