Whoosh—!
The deathly stillness deep within the Fallen Battlefield was shattered today.
Three streaks of light suddenly flickered between heaven and earth, tearing through the thick gray mist like three sharp swords as they sped toward the depths of this dead zone.
They were naturally Lin Ming and the other two.
After several days of scouting and travel, they had finally entered the depths of the Fallen Battlefield.
Their pace along the way had not been particularly fast.
The Southern Heavenly King had to stop from time to time to determine their direction, comparing the surrounding mountain peaks against the intelligence he had obtained from Long Zhantian and the incomplete ancient map in his hand.
Lin Ming had also extended his powerful soul perception throughout the journey, avoiding dozens of spiritual energy storms and countless ghost gathering grounds. It had been dangerous, but uneventful.
However, the environment in the depths of the Fallen Battlefield was several times harsher than in the outer regions. The power of the spiritual energy storms had changed from occasional aftershocks into terrifying natural disasters capable of severely injuring a Tier 8 supreme, greatly affecting the trio's progress.
"Be careful of those ghost-like things. They may seem ethereal, but they retain their battle instincts from when they were alive. Once they latch onto you, the Yin Qi within the body will corrode your spiritual energy. The unwary can easily suffer greatly," the Southern Heavenly King's voice sounded beside Lin Ming and Zi Yan.
Golden spiritual light surged around him. He was like a walking blazing sun, dispersing all the Yin Qi flooding in from every direction.
Lin Ming and Zi Yan walked side by side, both looking calm. The Southern Heavenly King was the most vigilant among them.
Lin Ming's gaze swept over the ghosts drifting