As the countdown continued to tick down, the atmosphere around them gradually grew tense.
The members of each sect's team adjusted their condition, their eyes filled with vigilance and fighting spirit.
Yun Che swept his gaze around, taking in all those predatory stares, and a cold smile curved his lips.
"Is everyone ready?" Yun Che turned to Zu Tangtang and the others beside him.
Everyone nodded, fierce fighting spirit blazing in their eyes.
Yun Che put away the Silver Flying Boat and led everyone through the Spiral Gate. The scene before them abruptly changed.
The sky was gray, the ground cracked, and ruined walls and skeletal remains lay everywhere. The air was thick with the stench of blood and decay.
In the distance, faint waves of demonic roars and strange cries from other races sent chills down their spines.
"So this is the Ancient Battlefield? It certainly lives up to its reputation," Ning Yi remarked as he surveyed their surroundings.
Yuezheng Xiangling frowned slightly, condensing a wisp of Azure Sparrow Underworld King Flame at her fingertips to dispel the cold, sinister aura around them.
"The resentment here is extremely heavy and has a considerable effect on the soul. Everyone must be careful."
Yuezheng Xiangling circulated her cultivation technique to protect herself and added softly, "I can sense faint curse power mixed into this resentment. If we remain here too long, I'm afraid it will corrode our minds."
The Thunder Rule surged around Ye Qingshuang, instantly dispersing the evil energy within a hundred-meter radius.
"My Thunder Rule specifically counters this foul energy. I'll clear the way for everyone."
Situ Kong took out several talismans and distributed them to everyone. "We're bound to get separated during battle. I have some Spirit-Stabilizing Talismans here that can resist some of the resentment's intrusion. Just