This ancient battlefield was shrouded in darkness, with bands of black mist swirling around like a demonic land, exuding an eerie chill that sent shivers down the spine.
"Crack."
Suddenly, from within the vast ruins ahead, came the sharp sound of snapping deadwood, and everyone instantly tensed up.
"Be cautious, at any spot on this battlefield there could be immense danger hidden," the King of Reincarnation warned the group.
Ahead lay fragmented walls and rubble, disorderly and worn. No one knew how many tens of thousands of years had passed, yet the ruins had not fully decayed. One could imagine the glory of the past, likely sustained by an imbuement of supreme great method power back then.
The sound of debris shifting echoed, as if someone or something was struggling within the ruins, heightening everyone's anxiety.
"Clatter!"
