When the black hurricane disappeared, the heavens and earth suddenly trembled as a group immediately turned into a streak of light and flew towards the Fallen Battlefield. The majestic forces of the Great Havenlaw Domain flew under Mandala’s lead. The army was akin to a dragon as it flew towards the deep crack and into the Fallen Battlefield.

When the army arrived at the Fallen Battlefield, everyone could sense a bone-piercing cold spreading that cannot be resisted, even with Spiritual Energy. The sudden changes caused a commotion within the forces of the Great Havenlaw Domain before it swiftly calmed down.

Mu Chen stood before the Nine Nether Troop and looked at the surroundings. His Spiritual Energy perception was greatly suppressed, and there was also a bone-piercing chill that shrouded around him. Although it wouldn’t pose any danger to him, it left him uneasy.

“Be careful. There were tens of thousands of powerhouses that fell here, and their deadly intent tainted this place. This kind of stuff is extremely troublesome, since they’re formless. If it’s dense enough, your Spiritual Energy might even be corroded and cause a huge drop in your fighting strength.” Nine Nether warned.

“So, we have to rely on the energies that are strong in Yang energy.”

“Yang energy?” Mu Chen’s heart trembled. The Spiritual Energy in his body was merged with the Undying Flames and Nether Demon Heart Lightning. To a certain degree, the flame and lightning were the bane of all sinister energies.

Thinking about it, purple flames surged on his body, permeating a high temperature. Instantly, the bone-piercing chill disappeared. It was replaced by a surge of comfort that made Mu Chen’s tense expression loosen up.

“Truly a forbidden territory.” Mu Chen sighed. The Fallen Battlefield was truly worthy of its name as the forbidden territory. They had already encountered such a troublesome thing upon their entry. They couldn’t even use their Spiritual Energy to resist and had to rely on unique powers.

After dealing with the bone-piercing chill, Mu Chen looked around the Fallen Battlefield. Below was a patch of scarlet plains, covered in layers of bloodstains with enormous cracks plastered on the ground. They were like wounds on the ground that intersected together.

It’s hard to believe how brutal the battle in ancient times was.

“Right, why have we not seen any… corpses of the Fiend Clans?” Mu Chen looked at the bones littered on the ground and knitted his brows. He seemed to have caught on to something, which he figured, after a good moment later, that there didn’t seem to be any skeletons of the Fiend Clans left around.

That didn’t make sense, because it was a brutal battle back then, and there shouldn’t only be the skeletons that belonged to their Great Thousand World.

“The Fiend Clans are extremely abnormal. Their bodies will melt upon death and be converted into a corpse aura. This corpse aura is extremely vicious, and the moment it spreads out, even the Spiritual Energy between the heavens and earth will be tainted and rendered unusable for others.”

Nine Nether pointed at this region and continued, “This Fallen Battlefield has also been tainted, but many powerhouses used Divine Abilities to cleanse the place. But even so, it took thousands of years for the Spiritual Energy to recover.”

Taint Spiritual Energy?

Mu Chen’s face couldn’t help changing with shock, then showed a grave expression. The Great Thousand World formed the intersection for countless Lower Planes because the Spiritual Energy in the Great Thousand World was a superior existence. But the Fiend Clans were actually so sinister, wanting to kill all the cultivators in the Great Thousand World.

It was unimaginable how great of a blow it would be for the Great Thousand World if the majority of the Spiritual Energy was lost.

Without Spiritual Energy, there wouldn’t be anyone in the Great Thousand World to fight the Fiend Clans, and at that time, the entire Great Thousand World would fall under the Fiend Clans’ control. Losing Spiritual Energy, the cultivators would lose their strength as well.

“The Fiend Clans are truly sinister.” Mu Chen softly said. It was no wonder why all the cultivators in the Great Thousand World have considered the Fiend Clans their mortal enemies. In ancient times, they even put down their differences and worked together to resist the Fiend Clans’ invasion.

“Although we won that battle, we didn’t actually win, according to the records.” Nine Nether gently sighed.

“Didn’t win?” Mu Chen’s gaze turned grave.

“That’s because the size of the current Great Thousand World is only half of what it was in ancient times.” Nine Nether replied.

Mu Chen squinted his eyes with astonishment rising on his face. He looked at Nine Nether in disbelief as he muttered with great difficulty, “Then the other half…”

“Seized by the Fiend Clans. Although we managed to repel the Fiend Clans, the Great Thousand World also suffered a considerable loss. We did not recover our lost territories and only managed to preserve what was remaining.” Nine Nether answered.

Mu Chen’s face sank with unconcealable shock in his heart. Although he hadn’t fought with the Fiend Clans, the Fiend Clans was a load in everyone’s hearts in the Great Thousand World.

“But you don’t have to be too worried. Although many of our powerhouses fell back then, our Great Thousand World is still powerful, and we do not lack in powerhouses. Take the father of Lin Jing, whom we’ve met in the Merchant Continent, her father is the Martial Ancestor. And that lady you befriended back in the Dragon-Phoenix Haven; her father is the Endless Fire Territory’s Flame Emperor. Also, don’t forget the legendary Grave Guardians, the Azure Sword Saint of the Sword Domain, etc…”

Nine Nether smiled. “These figures are considered pinnacle powerhouses even in ancient times, and they cannot be underestimated. If the Fiend Clans want to invade us, those figures will definitely make a move.”

Mu Chen gently nodded his head. Hearing those majestic names from Nine Nether, he couldn’t help feeling a surge of excitement in his heart.

He was yearning for the day that he could stand at the pinnacle of the Great Thousand World. At that time, he wouldn’t be afraid of any obstacles that stood in his way.

Taking a deep breath, Mu Chen calmed the excitement in his heart. That height was his to pursue, and he’s also confident in pursuing that height. He believed that he could also grow to that level, and he needed time to grow right now.

Hence, he had to find any opportunities out there to boost himself!

Once everyone from the Great Havenlaw Domain was gathered here, Mandala stood with her hands behind her back. Although that figure was that of a petite girl, the pressure permeating from her even made the three Emperors lower their heads in revere.

“We’re already in the Fallen Battlefield, and I can sense that others are coming. Right now, the Fallen Battlefield has been turned into a genuine battlefield.” Mandala’s voice resounded within everyone’s ears.

“Right now, we’ll just follow the plan. I will search for the Earth Sovereign Realms’ Treasuries with the three Emperors, so I’ll have to depend on you guys to obtain the Fallen Origin Pellets.”

Mandala looked at everyone as she continued, “I hope that you guys won’t disappoint me.”

“We will do our best!” The Kings all replied.

Nodding her head, Mandala waved her hand and streaks of light flew towards the Kings.

As they grabbed onto them, they turned into jade strips that seemed to be a simple map, and everyone received a different one.

“There’s a ruin located on every single one of those. This is the little of what we know, and you guys can only depend on yourself to obtain more.”

“Roger!” The Kings nodded their heads.

Mandala no longer spoke, but swept her gaze over this group. Her gaze briefly stopped on Mu Chen, before she gave a slight nod to signal him to be cautious.

The other Kings didn't notice Mandala's action. After all, she couldn’t show any special favoritism at this moment.

“Now, lead your troops and go.” Mandala solemnly said after taking a breath.

Everyone nodded their heads and returned to their troops. Unleashing a roar, the ground trembled and the formation separated with each of the Kings flying in a different direction.

Mu Chen and Nine Nether did not separate, since their separation would mean the separation of the Nine Nether Troop, which wasn’t a piece of good news for either of them. After all, going solo was dangerous and unwise in the Fallen Battlefield.

Hence, the two of them joined up and waved their hands, leading the Nine Nether Troop.

As the troops left, the grandeur of the Great Havenlaw Domain swiftly shrunk as Nine Nether stuck to the hills. Looking at the departing troops, she slowly clenched her hand.

The Hunting War finally unfolded at this moment.

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