Cao Zhen was momentarily stunned, looking around to find that the mist had long vanished.
"So? Have I truly arrived at the True Immortal Realm battlefield?" Cao Zhen shook his head, finding it strange no matter how he thought about it. If this were true, wasn't it a bit too easy?
Even though he had fought his way here for a hundred years, he was alone.
He had heard that the six major Alien Races had joined forces three times to explore the Misty Passage, yet every time ended in failure, with not a single one escaping!
It seemed unimaginable!
The monsters he encountered along the way surely couldn't hold back the six-tribe alliance, especially not for three consecutive times.
As for the alliance being unfortunate and encountering disasters in the Misty Passage, it was improbable for none to survive, not even once, three times over.
There must have been some special circumstances during those three joint efforts of the six tribes.
Perhaps, one or even two tribes betrayed them!
