E Wan Tong led the group deeper into the Ancient Evil Battlefield.
The world around them grew ever darker, and dense evil energy even filled the entire void.
More and more fragments of broken weapons floated in midair.
But those fragments had all decayed. Collecting them would be useless.
Now and then, they even saw incomplete skeletons that still radiated astonishing pressure of the Grand Dao.
"How many powerful cultivators died here back then?"
Many of them were secretly alarmed.
Just then, E Wan Tong abruptly stopped.
His expression changed sharply.
"Not good!"
E Wan Tong let out a low shout.
Everyone started.
Rumble!
The next moment, piercing shrieks suddenly rang out from every direction.
"Kekeke!"
"Kekeke!"
The sounds resembled the howls of vicious ghosts, making their scalps prickle.
Then masses of pitch-black figures surged toward them from the distant sky.
They were packed so densely that they blotted out the sun.
It seemed as though evil energy had swallowed the entire void.
"N-no... So many Evil Souls!"
Someone cried out.
Everyone looked closely, and their expressions changed at once.
Terrifying evil energy surged in from all sides like a tide.
Within it, Evil Souls emerged one after another. They came from all kinds of races, and there were at least a thousand of them.
Among them were not only Evil Souls at the Early-Stage and Mid Dao-Controlling Realm, but also quite a few at the Late-Stage Dao-Controlling Realm. There were even several at the Peak Dao-Controlling Realm.
Their eyes glowed scarlet, and monstrous evil energy billowed around them. At the sight of cultivators intruding into the Ancient Evil Battlefield, they lunged at Lu Ren and the others like maddened beasts.
"How are there so many?"
"Damn it!"
Many faces darkened.
Even Asura Young Master frowned.
Against an army of