Wave after wave of cultivators rushed into the battlefield without looking back, but they were devoured in the blink of an eye.
The endless battlefield was like a meat grinder. No matter how much blood and life was thrown in, they would all be crushed into powder.
Blood had already formed a River at the depression in the terrain, and countless corpses were soaked in it.
Once they entered the battlefield, they would not be able to control themselves. They would either kill others or be killed directly by others.
After Tang Zhen entered the battlefield, he was immediately pulled along and joined the stream of people. He could not help but surge forward.
At this moment, if they regretted and did not want to participate in the battle, they would realize that there was no way out.
The only thing he could do was to fight with all his might and kill the enemy who tried to kill him.
