Li Su was moving fast!
Though his physical condition was extremely unstable, fortunately, his innate patterns were powerful enough. Even under such circumstances, the Fei Lian pattern had not been affected too severely.
Going all out, he reached the central region of the battlefield in less than half an hour.
There were surprisingly few corpses here, nowhere near as densely packed as those outside.
Yet their quality was astonishing. There were virtually no Heavenly Immortal-level corpses left; all were True Immortals or above. And every short distance, he could sense remains of an even higher level. Though long dead, terrifying energy still lingered upon those corpses. Killing intent, almost tangible, coiled endlessly around them.
That intense hatred had even distorted the surrounding space. Blackish-red miasma pervaded the entire area, lingering without dispersing.
Good thing this was merely an Old Scene of that battlefield, not the real place. Otherwise, with such a density of corpses and such terrifying resentment, some dreadful mutation would likely have occurred long ago, breeding inauspiciousness.
Even so, after drawing near, Li Su lowered his speed to reduce the disturbance he caused.
For some inexplicable reason, he felt that making too much commotion here might trigger something difficult to speak of.
He took a light breath. His entire body was in agonizing pain, his blood constantly churning as blood vessels inside him burst from time to time. Lu Wu's power had not eased with the passage of time. Instead, it had grown ever more astonishing and overbearing.
His insides truly resembled a powder keg, liable to explode at any moment.
Li Su identified his surroundings, then swiftly ran toward where Bai Ze's remains lay.
They could not really be called remains. After all, Bai Ze had not died. It was one of the few among the demon