After entering this Ancient Battlefield space for some time and passing through Blood Mist Land, Bone Forest, and Weak Water Abyss, Meng Zhao had vaguely realized why the Bone Demon God could not truly leave the mountain.
It seemed that within this Ancient Battlefield space existed an incomparably strange—or rather, eerie—rule. A space that should have been chaotic and disorderly had, under the influence of this rule, become a place governed by something akin to the law of the jungle.
The powerful could each claim territory as their own king, forming distinct and clearly divided perilous forbidden zones, rather than gathering together into a disorderly land of chaos.
That was right. In Meng Zhao's view, this Ancient Battlefield space was not disorderly at all, but an ordered existence.
As for the Bone Demon God, based on Meng Zhao's own experiences, observations, and deductions, it could not truly manifest itself. Whether due to objective or subjective reasons, it simply could not come out.
Otherwise, the entire Bone Forest had been born because of it and existed because of it. Entering Bone Forest was equivalent to entering the Bone Demon God's domain. If it truly noticed them, there was absolutely no possibility of anyone escaping alive.
As for the true secrets of this Ancient Battlefield space, Meng Zhao certainly could not investigate or perceive them in the short term, for the disparity in strength was simply too great.
If this Ancient Battlefield space were compared to a pond, the Bone Demon God would be a large fish, while Meng Zhao would be a small fish. As for people with the strength of Jiang Zixuan and Hua Xin, they could only be shrimp, fit to be devoured.
Suppressing his tangled thoughts, Meng Zhao viciously drove the long staff formed from the shattered white-bone