After quite a while, Ye Tian finally arrived at that battlefield. Sure enough, corpses littered the ground, and quite a few people looked as though they had only just died, drenched in blood. The scene was a bloody one.
Yet this corpse-strewn war had not ended by the time Ye Tian arrived. Quite a few cultivators were still battling one another in midair with magical artifacts, blood rain dancing across the heavens with another kind of bewitching beauty.
A living person like Ye Tian appearing directly on the battlefield was somewhat abrupt, naturally drawing the attention of many. With their cultivation, they could not see the depth of Ye Tian's strength at all, and thus assumed he was merely a low-level cultivator who had wandered onto the battlefield.
Quite a few people immediately began harboring ill intentions toward Ye Tian. Some had even drawn their magical artifacts and aimed them at him, like arbiters passing sentence upon another's death.
"Are any of you from nearby sects?"
The moment Ye Tian arrived, he asked. His voice was filled with Immortal Origin Power, spreading throughout the entire battlefield. Everyone stopped fighting, looking in astonishment at this mysterious man who had suddenly appeared.
"Sir, surely you jest. This battle is the War of a Hundred Sects. Who among those present does not belong to a sect? Which one are you looking for?"
An ordinary cultivator spoke up.
"Any sect will do, so long as your sect has a Teleportation Array that can take us away from here."
Ye Tian said.
The fighters around him exchanged glances, each looking at the other.
"Surely you jest, sir. Great sects with Teleportation Arrays would never participate in this sort of battle. Those taking part are merely poor souls like us, using war to seek profit. You