Broken weapons, desolated scenes, dead bodies of not just humans scattered everywhere, whirling wind that sounded like the shrieks of vengeful souls… That was the place where the Immortals fall.
That was the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.
Gray mist was everywhere on the battlefield.
In fact, it was the materialization of rage qi.
Common cultivators would be easily affected by the rage qi as soon as they stepped foot in there. Without a certain level of cultivation, none could stay for a longer period of time.
Chu Kuangren and company were traversing across the battlefield.
"This is really discouraging scenery," the Sword Crown said as he shake his head.
He raised his hand, and the rage qi in the area was dispersed easily.
