"These manifested immortals, do you think they still have the same power as they did back then?"
Shi Hu stuttered as he spoke, his lips trembling.
One sentence startled everyone around.
Their power from back then?
Back then, these people were genuine, bona fide immortals.
True Immortals? Celestial Immortals? Golden Immortals?
Even the weakest True Immortal could wipe out all of them with just one finger.
Xu Yang frowned and said, "I don't think so. Otherwise, this battlefield would've been shattered in an instant."
"Judging by these scenes, though they're shocking, the waves don't seem to have overflowed too much."
"Look, Xiao Ming and his group are moving—they're going straight up."
"Let's go up too."
Seeing Xiao Ming and the others directly leaping onto the land, the rest hesitated no longer.
Stepping onto the land, the manifested scenes remained the same.
But the ancient desolation surrounding the battlefield was easily ten times that of the previous land fragment.
