"Roar!" "Roar!" "Roar!"
Savage roars erupted from the Ruin Beasts. Standing at the edge of the enormous fissure, they looked vicious beyond measure, their crimson eyes fixed on the cultivators attempting to approach.
Xu Yan surveyed his surroundings and stopped a little over ten zhang away from the other cultivators.
Hmm? Not a single cultivator from the Six Sects! A sharp gleam flashed through Xu Yan's eyes.
This was highly unusual. The Ancient Ruins Battlefield had always been controlled by the Six Sects; even the slightest rustle of wind through grass should never have escaped their eyes and ears.
Sweeping his gaze over the cultivators, he found that quite a few were as cautious as he was, keeping well away from the fissure.
While he quietly observed, nearly another hundred cultivators arrived. Without exception, they were rogue cultivators or cultivators from minor lineages.
As more and more cultivators gathered, the crowd grew restless. Their numbers now surpassed those of the Ruin Beasts, bringing a strange gleam to many cultivators' eyes.
"Fellow Daoists, we now hold an overwhelming advantage. Why not slaughter these Ruin Beasts sooner rather than later, then try entering that Nascent Soul True Person's cave abode?"
The speaker was one of the old men from the Azure Flying Boat. He had put the flying boat away upon arriving and now strode toward the fissure with the bearing of a dragon and the gait of a tiger.
"Roar!"
His movements immediately enraged the Ruin Beasts. They threw back their heads and roared, poised to attack.
"Exactly! The more cultivators arrive, the smaller our chances of entering this Primordial Spirit True Person's cave abode. An opportunity like this comes once in a thousand years. I, Fu Peng, certainly won't let it slip away." A middle-aged cultivator hastily echoed the old