This Star Fragment Belongs to Me, the Dao Patriarch

Extraterritorial Battlefield, before the gateway.

"Hah." A cold smile curled across Chen Xun's lips as the Bandit Mask slowly covered his head. Turning slightly, he said, "Old Bull, these evil spirits are nowhere near Filthlife in strength."

"Moo!" The Black Bull's gaze sharpened as it began donning the Bandit Outfit as well. These extraterritorial evil spirits actually cultivated the Dark Devouring Law within the Chaos Void.

No wonder they could use cultivators for cultivation, and even produce life essences like Evil Marrow Crystals within their bodies after death. Truly, whatever environment one lived in shaped whatever kind of immortal cultivator one became.

Little Crane's eyes flickered as a vast aura descended, and the void instantly trembled.

A terrifying phantom slowly descended and took root, yet not a trace of its aura leaked out. The cultivators of every race charging around them did not notice the slightest anomaly.

Yet her tightly pressed lips still betrayed her feelings. Little Crane was incomparably nervous.

She had never experienced such a terrifying frontline battlefield. That baleful blood aura, surging at every moment, continuously battered her mind.

Little Crane inadvertently glanced at her eldest and second brothers. They were remarkably calm, as though merely searching for opponents, utterly unaffected by the Extraterritorial Battlefield.

Little Scarlet let out a low growl. It had already put away its shabby quilt, and its entire body had grown to only slightly smaller than the Black Bull.

A fierce glint flashed through its eyes as it searched for Nascent Soul Realm evil spirits with Divine Sense. There was no room for childish games on a battlefield—when squeezing persimmons, pick the soft ones!

"Stinky turtle." Chen Xun looked at the Filthlife Turtle on Little Crane's shoulder and said calmly, "You ate up all the stones we brought from the Domain Battlefield