"Bang, bang, bang..."
The drumbeats ringing from the walls of Ten Thousand Mile City, amplified by the magic formation, rapidly spread across the entire battlefield.
Below Ten Thousand Mile City, the fighting ceased. Ten Thousand Mile City began calling its troops back, and the cultivators of the Demon Race World did not pursue them either. They merely spat, tossed the head of a Vast and Righteous World cultivator aside, and turned to leave, not fearing that their opponent might stab them in the back. They did not drag things out in the slightest.
At the same time, in the center of the battlefield, the exotic beauty in the Western Region Dress once again tied up her long hair. She stared coldly at the several young women before her, each as beautiful as she was.
"What is your name?"
Tian Fang slowly spoke, addressing the woman holding the Lihua Longsword.
Every so often, people came to the battlefield beneath Ten Thousand Mile City to gain experience. Some looked like extraordinarily talented figures, yet died the next day. Others appeared to be mediocre, vulgar nobodies, yet survived the second day—only to die on the third.
Thus, on the battlefield, Tian Fang generally did not ask for her opponents' names. What good would knowing them do? They would die on the battlefield within a few days anyway. Asking would only be a waste.
The only people worth remembering to Tian Fang were a few Martial Warriors of the Chen Clan, that young and beautiful woman named Chen Jia, that young man named Chen Bei, and Fairy Lin, a female Sword Cultivator whose name was renowned throughout the Demon Race World.
She had never expected to encounter another girl so beautiful today—and whose strength was equally formidable.
*How strange. Are all the beautiful women