Chu Feng left the prefecture and rushed towards the most stormy place in the yang-realm. He wanted to temper himself there and comprehend in the midst of life and death.
That was the three-sided battlefield!
At present, many of the elites and young disciples of the various sects had thrown themselves into that place to contend for hegemony on the most vast battlefield in the yang-realm.
They had grown up in the midst of blood and fire and gained enlightenment during the life-and-death battle. Some of the great clans were quite enough to throw some of their direct descendants over. If they died, so be it. The ones who survived were the true ones. Otherwise, the ones who died would only be considered trash.
Chu Feng had long since known about this situation. He had heard about it at several gatherings. Even Emperor Peng, Li Jiuxiao, Ji Caixuan, and the number one descendant of the Heng race had gone over.
