Old Fossil

A massive melee erupted, yet everyone vaguely centered around the God Smashing Whip, hemming it in from all sides.

Most crucially, Zhang Chen discovered that these old fossils were deliberately clearing the field. Several of them occupied the four directions, opening up four separate battlefields. As the fluctuations from their clashes spread, every cultivator within a hundred miles carrying a Mystic Aura was battered alive by the aftermath before they could even approach.

Zhang Chen swept his gaze across the surrounding heaven and earth. Within a hundred miles, all bloodline inheritors and incense gods who dared draw near were suppressed and slain by that overwhelming power.

"What kind of fight is this? This is plainly clearing the field!"

"This is such a fake fight! I demand an investigation!" Zhang Chen watched the crowd scramble and curse inwardly. None of them were truly fighting to the death. It was all an act.

Zhang Chen personally saw an eighth-order god rise into the air from Jinling City, hurrying toward the place where the God Smashing Whip had emerged. Yet the moment he entered the hundred-mile radius, a terrifying shockwave spread from the center of the battlefield. Before that eighth-order god could react, he was reduced directly to ashes.

Some quick-witted gods saw this and cursed as they retreated, swiftly withdrawing beyond a hundred miles. Those slow on the uptake, who had yet to grasp what was happening, were deliberately or inadvertently targeted by the powerful figures and exploded into dispersing clouds of blood.

Seeing this, cultivators rushing in from every direction quickly backed away. They stood at the edge of the battlefield, stamping their feet in frustration, but did not dare curse aloud for fear of being overheard.

A hundred miles was nothing to Eleventh-Order and Twelfth-Order old fossils. They would probably