Starlight dotted the sky, and the crimson-brown earth was filled with a murderous aura.
This place was so treacherous, beyond everyone's imagination; it had just begun, and someone had already lost their life.
Hearts trembled with fear, and no one dared to be careless as they moved cautiously toward the depths of the earth.
Wang Xi's dress fluttered, three strands of Immortal Qi floated around her body, and she moved with caution, appearing like a Fairy descending to the earth under the moonlight.
Shi Hao stood not far away, guarding alongside her, as they made their way toward the vast battlefield.
The same was true for other directions; these formal disciples bore serious expressions, preparing for great danger and opportunity alike.
Everyone formed a fan shape, entering the cold, hard relic of the land, with all the formal disciples bringing followers who guarded their sides. Relatively speaking, Wang Xi brought the fewest, with only Shi Hao accompanying her.
