Ancient Battlefield, Interface Anomaly

The moment Han Yi appeared in the void, his gaze swept across his surroundings, and his expression changed drastically as terror surged through his heart.

For all around him, enormous corpses floated through the void. Severed limbs, shattered bodies, and corpses of every kind packed the space so densely that there was no end in sight.

There was a thousand-zhang-tall God of War clad in armor and wielding a heavy halberd, its head nowhere to be found. Its headless body lay stretched out here, its hand still gripping the heavy halberd in a death grip.

There was the body of a ten-thousand-zhang demon serpent, split open down the middle. Its blood had spilled into the void, while its dark internal organs floated nearby.

There was an arm a million zhang long, clutching a glazed lamp. Its wick had gone out, and strange blotches dotted the arm. A single glance was enough to make even a Dao Realm cultivator's head spin and feel utterly wretched.

This was a battlefield—a battlefield of unimaginable carnage.

Having suddenly arrived in such a bizarre environment, Han Yi did not dare rashly extend his Dao consciousness.

He first tried his Dao Arts and divine arts again, only to find that this void battlefield suppressed divine arts and Dao Arts just like the previous space had.

As his thoughts turned, Han Yi instantly understood.

The first floor of this mysterious Witch Tower had been meant to make them adapt to a space governed by utterly different laws. It had been laying the groundwork for the second floor.

No wonder the first floor had been so simple. They merely had to rush from their landing sites to the purple void tower, pass through its entrance, and arrive on the second floor.

This Mountain Lord selection's true trial