Su Xin had no idea that Ye Jianan, Huanxi Temple's "Two-Faced Wisdom King," was in this Ancient Battlefield. Besides, even if he knew now, it would be useless.
Originally, Su Xin had wanted to use the dense fog here, which made hiding convenient, to set Huanxi Temple up—for instance, joining forces with the Underworld again to ambush and kill them. But in the end, he found that it would not work.
The deeper they went, the thinner the fog became. Even the martial artists' suppressed spiritual senses had begun to recover. If he joined forces with the Underworld in a place like this, they would be easily discovered.
The greatest difference between the very center of the Ancient Battlefield and its outskirts was the intensity of the fighting.
The warriors who had died on the outer battlefield were mostly at the Xiantian Realm or Spirit Transformation Realm. But at the center of this Ancient Battlefield, there were already traces of Yang Spirit Realm warriors having fallen.
The ground had also been plowed over by the aftershocks of those experts' clashes, leaving it in utter disarray.
But at that moment, Su Xin suddenly sensed a powerful surge of demonic qi ahead. It was so powerful that even Su Xin felt alarmed. One could well imagine what sort of existence its owner was.
"A True Martial Realm demonic-path expert? Could the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable still be alive?" Su Xin immediately furrowed his brow.
But on second thought, that seemed unlikely. If the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable had also obtained that secret technique from the White Jade Tablet and cultivated until his primordial spirit became indestructible, it might have been possible. But the key point was that the Great Heavenly Demon Venerable had been personally killed by the Human Emperor. With the