Damn!
Cheng Caizhi had never thought that Dai Xiu's perfectly decent face could have such a loathsome moment.
It lunged at him from the perspective of a corpse, forehead behind, chin thrust forward, so stubborn that even the coarse black hairs in its nostrils stood out.
Being face-to-face with a killing blow gave him only an instant of terror.
As Cheng Caizhi's mind wavered, he felt the world spin around him. This is bad. Sure enough, before half a breath had passed, the surroundings changed again.
"This is..."
Without a doubt, he had entered a deeper world from the first layer of the Illusion Sword Technique, like a dream within a dream.
And it was a terrifying lucid dream! Cheng Caizhi could not find the formation eye at all. He could only open his eyes helplessly and survey his surroundings.
This time, he had arrived in a desolate wilderness of barren mountains. Sparse grass and trees surrounded him, while the earth and rocks were scorched yellow, marked by lightning strikes and sword slashes.
"A battlefield..."
Cheng Caizhi found it vaguely familiar, yet could not remember where he had seen it before.
He gazed into the distance. Upon the faraway mountain range stood several hazy figures. Judging solely by their realms, they were merely Cutting the Path or Void.
Some were even only at the Throne Dao Realm.
Yet every one of them possessed a terrifying aura, exerting the utmost pressure.
It felt as though any random one of them could kill enemies across realms—across several realms—and threaten a Demi-Saint.
Yet upon closer inspection, even their forms and faces could not be made out. Such powerful figures were actually mere backdrops on this battlefield, not even daring to approach the main battlefield?
Cheng Caizhi's heart pounded even harder. He vaguely recalled