The battlefield land was filled with diverse terrain, harsh weather and gloomy air. Many fissures of unknown size and origin penetrated deep underground. Walking in the battlefield required more than just courage. The battlefield was covered in a tin opaque light, limiting entrance except some self-discovered points for entry and exit.
The air was filled with the smell of burn, blood, decay and other elements that couldn't be identified. The spirit wasn't lost at this point but was growing fervently. The unusual air of battle and war once again graced this domain. The air seemed so hot at this juncture, in the midst of these cries seemingly burning the river of blood below and vehemently growing the feelings for battle.
This was like the sacred battle of Old. The battle that brings out the unforgotten passion and zeal of the natives of the Battlefield world. This battle awoken them from their ten thousand years of slumber. Even though it was etched in their gene the zeal for battle, no battle they had could compare to this. It was simply—worlds apart.
Meanwhile, to match this placement were tall trees piercing the cloud and beasts of unknown and ancient origins, including plants of varying colors. The groups not only need to be wary of fellow contrasting groups but also the beasts lurking around the trees apathetic to threat and dangerous plants. The hard and conceited lives of the beasts has raised their perception to a crazy level.
The energy in the battlefield varied greatly from that which was cultivated outside. Many cultivators risk their lives coming here even before the closure period. Their sole purpose is to search for treasures and opportunities left behind by the previous closure decedents.
Furthermore, great and powerful figures well known for their chaotic strength would lost their lives every closure period, bringing forth boundless opportunities, closure after closure. It is seen more as a blessing other than a curse. Moreover, with their remnant energy mingling and merging with the battlefield's, and their Core world materializing after their death, all these only made the battlefield more interesting!
A Larger number of the individuals who came for the closure brought almost if not all their redundant and personal owned treasures which they had opportune upon throughout their lives to the battlefield. But those treasures were stored in their Core world which would materialize upon their death in the outside world. Those Core world are their legacies in which they've left behind.
These individuals preferred not to give their treasures to the clan or faction they belong. Treasures are earned or collected through handwork! Freely giving those treasures out would weaken and degrade their faction's strength overtime or so they believe. And all sect and factions respected their thought.
If a person could have something freely without working or striving really hard for them, they surely would go for such things splendidly, which will eventually lead such person wrongly thereby losing the spirit embedded in the minds. The driving force of any sentient being was striving.
Anyway, an individual entering the battlefield domain either as a group or solo would have to think really fast and carefully choose who to follow or trust. Not even your closest friend could be trusted in here. The moment an individual turns their head, he might never be able to move that head again!
Nevertheless, no matter how much one tries not to trust anyone, they got to lay someday, so trust is built even if its hanging by the hook.
Caution and danger lurk everywhere on the battlefield, one way or the other. Intellect, perception and strength are what dominates the battlefield. Therefore, one has to lay one's head on any of those.
It was afternoon, with the closure war still ongoing. Sharp cries could be heard all around. Cries filled with strength, blood, helplessness, regret, curses and more encompassed the domain. The blood on either side of the battlefield could be fetched at this point. The earth was heavily drenched at this moment that it could absorb liquid no more. Cries of pain and sorrow filled the air. Various treasures were born and stolen everywhere on the battlefield. War ranged and more blood was spilled and treasures coming life.
At the center of the battlefield, the cultivators refrained from a particular area covered in water the end of which the eyes cannot see. The war was at its climax as most groups were apparently gathered at this range and more joining in. Lives after lives were lost, the enthusiasm not diminishing. Groups intending to team up have long discarded such alliance at this point. All major groups were engaging at the center region.
Many lives have been claimed since the battle began. Famous leaders, sects and tribe masters, solo travelers and explorers. Hundreds of peak powers of the Battlefield world had met their end in this battle.
It was now dusk. The enthralling twilight appeared in the sky. Serving as a hope for some and despair for others. The blood on the battle ground presently could reach the knees of an adult.
A sword of relatively large size suddenly swept through the air. Its strength was enormous, directly claiming hundreds of lives with it.
Lezenon, stood 2.5 meters tall. He wore a dark heavy armour reaching his kneels, and a large boot covering his feet all the way upward to meet the armour, it appeared perfect. In his hand was a sword dripping with blood incessantly without remorse. He had a helmet over his head as he looked out on the awesome display he'd cause.
His laughter echoed in the surrounding space inspiring fear and terror in the hearts of his enemies and ally alike.
"Lezenon, it's time we finish our warmly feud." said a woman from behind. She has a childlike face with amberlike eyes, adorned in silver robes which has turned bloodied as of now. Her red hair seemed to have been dyed in blood evident of her battle, holding a long crescent spear firmly.
Lezenon turned around, facing the woman with a warm and lustrous smirk on his face, "The Heaven Clinging sect isn't afraid of nobody. It would have been better you stayed at home and remained useful," Lezenon said while looking around, before he continued, "but don't worry, I would be glad to take care of your daughter if she lived this battle. She shouldn't be like you." Lezenon added. Without waiting for her reply, he immediately dashed forward and slashed his sword from the side.
Milder, well-informed of his illicit battle style was fully prepared and dodged to the side while she responded with her spear, thrusting it forward for the heart. Lezenon blocked with his sword's hilt, letting go in the last second, not sure if his armour could contain the spear's force. He kicked the sword's tip and grabbed it mid-air firmly while he staggered three steps back.
"All mouthed with no head." Milder snarled coldly while a bored expression appeared on her face.
Seeing such sight, Lezenon was incredibly infuriated. He was at the top in the Battlefield world, people allowed to show such expression to him could be counted in one hand, some might be dead by now and Milder was definitely not among them.
He aggressively infused more energy into his weapon, making the sword shone in dazzling light. When it reached a threshold, he lunged forward, this time straight ahead. At this stage, techniques and active skills would only burn more of his energy, so he dares not be reckless.
"You've committed a heinous crime. Defaming as well as maligning my offspring through your trash-talk. Your punishment is death." Milder lamented, while her spear burst out in blinding light. She stabbed her spear to meet the sword already closing on her without moving.
Baamm….
A heavy sound resounded in the surroundings. The impact was fairly large and wide influencing other battles while getting some unfortunate ones killed. Lezenon was violently sent backward, crashing into the sea of people behind. With no time to react, the spear was already upon him. With nothing else to do, he finally decided to use his life saving treasure with gritted teeth which surely pained him to death.
Not only was he not able to do much in the fight, but he also lost to someone he considered a junior in just a few exchange.
The spear was already an inch away when he sighed, 'it only has to go this way' he thought in indignation and finally brought out a flat slate shimmering in bright green light. Before he could pour his energy on it though,
Baang,
And ear piercing 'bang' ranged out just in time, candid to a heavy explosion that he would forever remember. Large swirling wind flung everyone from their positions.
A phenomenon was on the rise which made all the beings, whether sentient or not stand firm in their positions and looked ahead. Their feet were tightly knitted to the earth for a second as if they mustn't let go. A spectacle was happening right before their very eyes, therewith, thousands of years they wouldn't forget.