The battlefield was enveloped in a heavy gloom.
The number of Soul Condensing Monks who came to the Immortal Martial Battlefield this time had long since exceeded a thousand, and the majority of them had come with the intention of slaying Chu Zheng.
"Is Chu Zheng really here? I'm afraid that might not be the case. If I were Chu Zheng, I would have left long ago," one monk said.
"With so many Soul Condensing Monks here, even a cultivator with Divine Infant Great Ability wouldn't dare to face them head-on. Chu Zheng has probably fled by now," another added.
The slightly eerie atmosphere on the battlefield made many cultivators anxious, and they whispered among themselves.
Most cultivators were skeptical about whether Chu Zheng was actually there since it was common sense that Chu Zheng wasn't foolish enough to confront the major Holy Lands head-on.
