Arriving at the battlefield was an entirely different experience from watching the war through a Projection Screen.
Wang Jixuan had barely rushed out of the teleportation vortex when a rolling wave of heat struck him head-on.
The aftermath of the previous massive explosion, along with the boiling spiritual energy produced by the immortals' battle, scorched his skin.
Immortal power covered his entire body, and the burning sensation vanished without a trace.
The Purple Feather Sword in Wang Jixuan's hand kept flashing.
It thirsted for battle, and it rejoiced.
Slaughter filled this place, and death could be seen everywhere. This was the Purple Feather Sword's domain.
"Peony, let them see me!"
"Understood, boss... The enemy has already spotted you."
The words had barely finished sounding through his earpiece when hundreds of streams of light lit up across heaven and earth.
These streams came from every direction, and none of them were weaker than Sixth-Rank Heavenly Immortals. Though they began from different points, their destination was the same—the intersecting straight lines converged on Wang Jixuan.
The Elite Mech Units rushing out behind Wang Jixuan had already begun forming ranks, raising enormous shields one after another.
A beam of light lit up behind Wang Jixuan and shot into the sky, projecting his image above.
Like a battle flag.
Wang Jixuan's voice also carried outward:
"Brahma, you think you can destroy me with these rabble? Stop dreaming."
As soon as he finished speaking, the Stone Slab Wall behind him blazed with light. The teleportation vortex rippled like water, and nearly a thousand missiles flew out from behind it.
These missiles were no longer the weapons once used by Earth Civilization.
They possessed high intelligence and complete friend-or-foe recognition capabilities. They could determine for themselves whether to attack on the battlefield, flew at astonishing speeds,