Immortals Suppress the World

On the incomparably brutal battlefield, a hazy gate of light suddenly manifested.

Three cultivators in flowing white robes stepped out from the gate of light. Mysterious, ethereal streams of white air wound around their bodies, as though they were branded upon heaven and earth, yet as though they did not exist within heaven and earth at all.

The blood-red light of the setting sun shone upon them, yet could not stain their robes crimson. Their white garments were like snow, untouched by the slightest speck of dust; even light itself could not settle upon them.

One man wore an unruly smile, with a Golden Phoenix Head Spear engraved with strange Dao patterns suspended behind his back.

The other man had gentle yet spirited eyes and an exceptionally handsome face. His smile was faint, but countless female cultivators found themselves unable to look away after seeing it.

There was also a woman, radiant as the morning sun rising through dawn clouds. Her face was peerlessly beautiful, her waist slender, and her long, well-proportioned legs beneath her short white skirt were white as ivory. Her figure was flawless, displaying matchless grace, and ancient bronze gauntlets covered both her hands.

The moment these three outsiders appeared, they drew the attention of both sides in the battle.

"Roar... New human cultivators? Have you come to this battlefield to seek death as well?" The Asura King's killing intent was boundless. They could sense that there was something extraordinary about their opponents.

"More reinforcements have come?" a cultivator muttered, though he still held little hope.

Kong Wenshi's expression was even more uneasy. "They can't be Carefree Great Emperor's people, can they?"

He had only just cursed the heavens in fury, and these three appeared immediately afterward.

The battle did not stop.

Whether human cultivators or the