Ye Feng was also observing the people around him. He didn't know many of them, as he had spent too little time in the Outer Battlefield. Those he had brought with him previously had either died or been injured.
Those from the Sects who were not suited to stay in the Outer Battlefield had already returned to Earth.
The Outer Battlefield is that brutal, only a very few at the Peak Martial King Level could survive here. Normally, only those in the Divine Ability Realm are qualified to operate in the Outer Battlefield. Otherwise, as seen before in the Death Desert, just those Wind Blades could annihilate strong warriors at the Martial King Level.
"Yo, Brother Jerk, you're here too?"
At that moment, a discordant voice rang out.
Chi Jark raised his eyebrows and looked towards a fat man who was approaching. He directly started to curse, "Fatso, how many times have I told you, don't freaking call me by my name!"
