The battlefield was a wasteland. The surrounding buildings had all been destroyed, and only one portal still stood in silence.
The portal was still operating, its surface rippling gently like a calm lake.
Everyone was a little surprised. What was this portal made of? Even the destructive weapons used in the great battle had failed to destroy it.
The Mecha Legions of the Nine Great Alliances stood before the portal, divided into nine factions. Nearly three thousand mechas had survived the earlier clashes and the slaughter that followed Tianli Sect's arrival.
Now the alliances could field only about three thousand mechas. Their losses were so severe that all nine alliances felt the sting.
Fang Mo stood high in the sky, gazing at the portal. At last, he had returned here once more.
All they needed was the order to send the army through the portal, and he would finally be able to visit Zhiyuan Star again.
Just then, he suddenly felt the silent blade in his Dantian tremble. It seemed to have formed some kind of connection with the portal before him.
"What's going on?"
Fang Mo's heart stirred, and a flicker of confusion passed through his eyes.
Ever since the Divine Corpse of the Barbarian Ancient Clan had left the blade in his Dantian back in the Yin Ruins, he had tried countless methods, yet hadn't been able to establish even the slightest connection with it. It seemed like a dead object.
He hadn't expected it to stir today.
But when he sent his consciousness into his Dantian to contact the blade, it didn't respond at all, as though the earlier movement had been an illusion.
Fang Mo frowned. With a flicker, he appeared before the portal, only a dozen or so meters away. At last, the blade in