Jiang Ling stared at the battlefield before her, her hand trembling slightly.
The hand that had come within an inch of touching her mother's cheek was now clenched into a fist. Her nails dug into her palm, and the pain brought her a little back to her senses.
With that clarity came boundless fury.
She raised her head and looked at Si Chen's back.
"What... exactly are these things!?"
"Could this be... the so-called Other Race?"
Neither illusions nor inner demons, they were so real, and even...
She dared not think any further. These were beings utterly beyond her understanding.
Si Chen did not answer.
He merely turned his head, his pitch-black eyes settling on Chen Xu in the distance, whose expression was impossibly conflicted.
That look made Chen Xu stiffen all over. He did not even dare raise his head.
If Si Chen had wanted to kill him, he would already have been dead.
In fact, he had long since tried contacting the other Immortal Emperors. He had used every means of communication at his disposal, but for some reason, every message had sunk like a stone into the sea. There had been no response whatsoever from the Forgotten River.
And here... the situation here had spiraled completely out of control.
Si Chen withdrew his gaze and turned back to the chaotic battlefield.
The cultivators of Purple Firmament Heaven were still fighting those dead figures. People kept falling, and people kept turning into black mist and rising again.
Yet his expression remained cold. He had handled four Emperor-level combatants, Chen Xu included, with ease. What were these things by comparison?
They seemed to blanket heaven and earth, impossible to deal with, but if he wished, he could clear the battlefield in an instant.
He even felt that clearing the