This was a barren mountain range in western Wei State. The mountains stretched endlessly, with little vegetation and mostly scorched earth.
Legend had it that a terrifying battle had taken place here in ancient times, turning it into a land devoid of life.
Mountain after mountain soared into the clouds, yet there was not a trace of green. Everything was utterly bare, looking incomparably desolate.
This was the ancient battlefield of old, bleak and barren.
The group from the demon race continued moving west with Ye Fan.
However, while they were on the road, Ye Fan suddenly felt the blood throughout his body begin to boil, as though he had sensed a formidable enemy and wanted to fight them.
Ye Fan looked in the direction of that sensation and saw a streak of purple light shooting straight toward them.
"Who is it?!"
The demon race experts' expressions changed slightly, and they immediately became vigilant as if facing a great enemy.
"Ye Fan, long time no see!" The purple light faded, revealing Zhou Tong.
"Zhou Tong!" Ye Fan looked at Zhou Tong in surprise and delight.
He had been in this world for four years now and had seen the coldness and warmth of human nature. He had once had a close friend, Pang Bo, but ever since the Demon Emperor's Tomb, Pang Bo's fate had been unknown. Now, he had finally seen a friend from those days.
"Do not come any closer!"
As Zhou Tong approached, a beautiful middle-aged woman stepped forward and blocked his path.
Pfft!
Zhou Tong did not even spare her a glance. As he passed by, he casually waved a hand, and the middle-aged demon woman immediately spat out blood and flew backward.
Ye Fan, standing among the demon race group, stared at Zhou Tong in