The battle between Great Saints could not be fought on the ground. Just the shock waves it generated would be enough to kill all the experts fighting on the battlefield. Therefore, Er Ha clasped the halberd, flew through the clouds, and rushed into the battlefield of the stars.
The battlefield of the stars was meant for Great Saints. Here, they could wantonly unleash their supreme power without worrying that it would affect anyone down below.
Figures followed him into the battlefield.
Clad in the Nether King Armor with the cloak flapping loudly in the wind, Er Ha floated in midair, clasping the Nether King Halberd. Eight Great Saints of either One or Two-revolution had surrounded him, and their aura almost shook heaven and earth, bringing him tremendous pressure.
To Er Ha, this was a test of strength. After all, he was alone. The eight Great Saints could kill him by attacking him together.
His sharp eyes swept around him, and he was calm inside.
