Zhou Heng stepped into the vortex-like entrance, and a strange force immediately tugged at him. It was neither pushing him forward faster nor shoving him back—it was utter chaos, pulling him up one moment, down the next, then left, then right...
It truly was a distorted force!
Zhou Heng staggered along like a drunkard. Had he not been carrying Black Donkey and holding Little Flame, even if they followed one before and one behind, they would soon have been separated.
No wonder that when they appeared on the ancient battlefield, they were scattered across a vast area spanning a hundred miles. This force was truly twisted and bizarre!
If they lay in ambush at the entrance, they could achieve twice the result with half the effort. This twisted passage alone could weaken the demonic beasts by at least half! Otherwise, after all these years, a few would surely have broken through rather than none at all.
The passage was very long. Zhou Heng stumbled and lurched onward for at least an hour before a bright point finally appeared ahead. As he continued forward, that point steadily expanded, becoming a hole, an opening, an exit.
The exit was astonishingly huge—at least a hundred miles wide!
Emerging from the passage, Zhou Heng swept his gaze around and saw many people heading in one direction. Yet some were shooting off alone—some preferred forming teams, while others liked going solo.
"Kid Zhou, we need to get going!" Black Donkey urged. Whether it was Ximen Shan or Dongfang Wenlong, both were enormous trouble. Though their group's strength had improved tremendously, they were still far behind high-level Star Emperors!
If not for the academy's higher-ups stepping in to stop Zhou Heng's earlier battle with Ximen Shan, Zhou Heng would certainly have suffered a crushing defeat in