The only thing they had in common was that every skeleton was impossibly huge.
Among them was the skeleton of a human, frozen in a perfectly upright stance. All four limbs, the torso, and the skull remained intact. Its only fatal wound was in the chest, where a gleaming black spear had pierced through and lodged between its ribs.
The proud skeleton stood nearly ten zhang tall, as if it could pluck stars and seize the moon with a raised hand. Though countless ages had passed, its bold, unyielding spirit still stirred the soul.
Everyone stood rooted before the ancient battlefield for nearly half a tea's time. Wu Xiu Bing was the first to move, streaking toward it like a gust of wind. His target was the gleaming black spear.
His sudden movement was like a boulder crashing into a still cistern: in an instant, the cistern shattered and water flew.
Everyone charged toward the ancient battlefield. Only Xu Yi and Bai Jizi stayed where they were.
Bai Jizi sent a voice transmission. "Brother Xu, aren't you tempted?"
Xu Yi replied by voice transmission, "I saw that Brother Bai hadn't moved, so I didn't move either. Following Brother Bai is always a safe bet."
Bai Jizi smiled faintly and said no more.
Just then, Wu Xiu Jia had already rushed into the ancient battlefield. The moment he crossed its boundary, a streak of golden light flared from the outskirts and struck him head-on, hurling him back.
The cultivators who rushed in after him were likewise sent flying back one after another.
Bai Jizi sighed. "Their bones have endured ten thousand years without decaying. One can imagine what manner of beings they must have been in life. Everyone, ancient battlefields like this often form powerful protective arrays from the will of