The battlefield was a field of ruins. The surrounding buildings had all been destroyed, leaving only a single Teleportation Gate standing quietly.
The Teleportation Gate was still operating, its ripples gently undulating like a tranquil water surface.
Everyone was somewhat astonished. What exactly was this Teleportation Gate made of? Not even a Destruction-class Weapon from the great battle had been able to destroy it.
The mech legions of the Nine Great Alliances lined up before the Teleportation Gate, divided into nine camps. Of the nearly three thousand mechs, after the previous chaotic battle and Tianli Sect's subsequent slaughter, the alliances now had only around three thousand mechs left to deploy. The losses were so great that the Nine Great Alliances ached at the thought.
Fang Mo stood in the sky, looking at the Teleportation Gate before him. At last, he had returned here once more.
All it would take was an order for the army to enter the Teleportation Gate, and he would finally be able to visit Zhiyuan Star again.
At that moment, he suddenly felt the dormant blade within his Dantian tremble, as though it had formed some connection with the Teleportation Gate before him.
"What is this?"
Fang Mo's heart stirred slightly, doubt flashing through his eyes.
Ever since the Divine Corpse of the Ancient Barbarian Clan in the Yin Ruins had left this blade inside his Dantian, he had tried countless methods without establishing the slightest connection to it. It had seemed like a dead object.
He had not expected it to show a reaction today.
Yet when he sent his consciousness into his Dantian and tried to contact the blade, it gave no response at all, as if what had just happened was merely an illusion.
Fang Mo frowned. With a flicker of his body,