Meng Chuan and the Emperor Armor strolled through the Universe. With every step Meng Chuan took, secret patterns appeared.
"Interesting," Meng Chuan murmured. The Laws of this battlefield were somewhat like those of the Abyss Battlefield, which he knew only from rumors, but they differed in some ways.
"Powerful. Terrifying. Undying." The Emperor Armor gazed at the secret patterns spread across all three universes and every Dimension, awe in his voice.
He was the strongest in the world, yet his intuition told him that if he touched those patterns, he would certainly die.
The Emperor Armor looked at Meng Chuan. He grew ever more curious about what other worlds beyond his own were like, to have produced someone so powerful.
He made no move and continued to follow Meng Chuan. He had chosen to trust him for the time being because of his overwhelming strength.
Across the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, power was the foundation and safeguard of everything.
"Once you enter this battlefield and fight, the loser bites the dust. No, the loser forfeits everything."
Meng Chuan spoke unhurriedly. "Their information, essence, and Origin."
"The victor gains all of it, along with rewards granted by the Laws. Those rewards remain within them and can be refined and put to use."
If Meng Chuan had failed to unravel this plot and let them lead him by the nose, step by step into this trap, the losses would have been devastating.
Anyone who died here would fall into grave danger even if they could be revived in their original world. Their death would also strengthen the members of the Villain Chat Group.
"A vicious effect," the Emperor Armor said. Most people in the Armor Heroes World had only one life. If they died, almost everything they had would be devoured by