The void between the planes was vast and boundless. On the Ancient Battlefield near the Mystic Spirit World, there were densely packed remains floating, telling of the cruelty of the battlefield in the past.
A huge warship emitting light illuminated the darkness of the void and flew past the ruins. Many cultivators on the ship observed the surroundings vigilantly.
"Attention, everyone. This is the area where the demons have appeared. Don't be ambushed!"
Amidst the loud voice, a bald burly man in chain armor walked out. The red robe behind him fluttered, and his golden eyes scanned the surroundings. The silver ring Dharma treasure on his bronze arm emitted silver light that could attack.
Beside him stood a thin Daoist who wore a green robe and a moon crown. His eyebrows were thick and black, and his eyes flickered with lightning. He held a horsetail whisk in his hand and looked rather sage-like.
