Ancient Battlefield.
Still desolate.
Yet the relentless fighting spirit left by the battles of the past is indelible, filled with intense murderous aura and grievances.
The moment young Xiao Zhenlong stepped into the ancient battlefield, echoes of a shocking 'kill' sounded in his mind.
This force made one's scalp tingle.
Even Xiao Zhenlong was momentarily lost, his eyes vacant, standing there motionless.
After a long pause, Xiao Zhenlong came to his senses, his face slightly pale.
Narrowing his eyes to survey his surroundings, Xiao Zhenlong murmured softly: "I didn't expect this place to be a battlefield..."
"What level of battle could have left such a mark?"
Heavy-hearted, Xiao Zhenlong contemplated gravely.
He searched for a while but could not find the aura's presence.
"Could it be that it perished here?"
Xiao Zhenlong was filled with doubt.
