It's All Fate, Isn't It?!

Chen Luo opened his eyes. Before he could make out his surroundings, he heard killing cries rising from all directions. In the distance, space was violently distorted, and a force of nearly a thousand men was surrounding and slaughtering another group of roughly a hundred. Chen Luo took one look and immediately furrowed his brows.

The force with the upper hand was dressed in white monk robes. Some looked like monks, while others were dressed as wandering ascetics. Golden light flickered over their bodies, and it was obvious at a glance that they belonged to the White Lotus Pure Land. The force under siege, meanwhile, was clad entirely in black iron armor, their nether qi thick and chilling. They were unmistakably troops of Dafeng!

His luck was poor. Perhaps because he had changed the location of Mount Fangcun, this time, when Chen Luo traversed back to the Netherworld, he had actually landed right in the middle of a battlefield.

But his luck was also excellent. Judging from the condition of those Dafeng troops, if he had not appeared, they probably would all have been buried here within the time it took to burn a single incense stick.

It was all fate!

Chen Luo released his soul sense. The White Lotus Pure Land's monk soldiers were fairly strong, with no fewer than five emanating the aura of Third Rank Bodhisattvas. Among the Dafeng troops, there were only two Third Rank experts. At this moment, the hundred men had formed a battle array and were barely resisting the encirclement of the White Lotus monks with its strength, but the formation was already tottering on the brink of collapse.

Chen Luo's sudden appearance was naturally noticed by the battlefield. The leading Third Rank Bodhisattva waved his hand, and another Third Rank Bodhisattva immediately