Within the Spirit-Seizing Battlefield, Sikong Jing and the young man from the Elder Family continued toward the nearest highest point.
Yet mountains can look near enough to kill a horse in pursuit. Though neither of them was slow, that great hill remained distant. Only after running for an entire day did they finally reach its foot.
Along the way, they came across another corpse of an Elder Family disciple.
They were also ambushed once by disciples of Wrath Mountain, but Sikong Jing dispatched them with effortless ease... Along the way, they could also sense killing intent lurking in the shadows.
But so long as no one attacked them, Sikong Jing paid it no mind.
Of course, Sikong Jing also encountered quite a few spirit shadows, including those of demon beasts...
However, these demon-beast spirit shadows were only at the Spirit Martial Stage. The wills they had left behind in life were not particularly strong. Though they instinctively feared and revered him, the Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts, there was no useful clue to be found from them.
"A Xie, let's go up."
By now, Sikong Jing naturally knew the young Elder Family man's name. He was Weng Xie.
Thus, the two swiftly climbed the great hill before them.
Before long, they reached the summit. Sikong Jing then climbed high and looked far, sweeping his gaze across the surroundings of the hill.
Gradually, a sharp glint flashed through his eyes as he said slowly, "It really is a battlefield."
The Spirit-Seizing Battlefield was Eastern Spirit City's name for this mysterious place, referring to it as a battlefield between Eastern Spirit City's various powers. But what Sikong Jing meant now was that, before it had been sealed away, this place had been a true battlefield.
What he saw now might only be