With Wu De watching over him, Ling Tian had an unobstructed journey, and they successfully reached the place where Wan Yanming and his wife were staying. However, the Netherworld soldiers here were growing stronger, and there were even quite a few experts at the Tribulation Crossing Stage. Most troubling of all, Wu De sensed a distant aura that made even him feel a chill in his heart, and his expression grew grave.
What the two of them didn't know was that when they charged toward the center of the Ancient Battlefield, some Netherworld soldiers had passed along information. Several Netherworld soldiers of captain rank were now closing in on them.
"Tian'er, your friends are staying in there?" Wu De asked. When Ling Tian nodded, he pondered for a moment. "There are Ancient Formation Patterns here. They're even more powerful than restrictions, and those Netherworld soldiers don't dare approach. It seems your friends should still be safe."
"Yeah. This may be the only place in the entire Ancient Battlefield with such beautiful scenery." Looking at the place before him, which was like a fairyland, Ling Tian finally breathed a sigh of relief. A smile touched his lips. "If this weren't the Ancient Battlefield, and I didn't have so many responsibilities, I'd want to live in seclusion here."
"Haha, you brat, just like your father..." Wu De stopped midsentence. He had sensed several powerful auras hurtling toward them, and his expression turned grave. "Tian'er, enough chatter. Several Netherworld soldiers at the Immortal level are coming. Hurry and get your friends. I'll hold them off."
"Master, you..." Hearing that several Netherworld soldiers at the Immortal level were coming, Ling Tian couldn't help worrying.
"Ling Tian, listen to your master. They're only a few Mortal Immortal-level Netherworld soldiers. They're no threat to him." Poqiong's