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Blood Mist surged like the entrance to hell, a chilling wind howling from the cracks, slicing against Chen Li's face like a knife.
The air was filled with piercing wails and the sounds of battle, resembling the roars of wild beasts and the cries of the sorrowful, sending shivers down his spine. Chen Li stared at the blood-red fissure, as if he could see countless Wraiths struggling within, their twisted faces and hollow eyes haunting him.
He even spotted one Wraith, drenched in blood, desperately waving at him. The decayed face bore an expression of pleading. This bizarre scene made Chen Li's heart race, a chill shooting up from his feet to the crown of his head.
He involuntarily took a half step back, his face paling slightly.
"Chen the Boss, what's wrong?" Yue Shang noticed Chen Li's unusual behavior and asked with confusion etched on her face.
"Nothing." Chen Li took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. His mother was still waiting for him; he couldn't back down!
"Chen the Boss, let’s hurry in! If we wait any longer, we won’t get anything!" A Lone Cultivator was already rubbing his hands together, eager to go. His eyes sparkled with excitement.
Though the ancient war was perilous, as long as they could enter, perhaps they could reap great rewards. Not to mention, they could at least search for suitable cultivation techniques.
The surrounding Lone Cultivators echoed his sentiments, appearing somewhat anxious.
Seeing their impatient expressions, Chen Li couldn't help but smile bitterly. Once they entered, there would be opportunities, but there would also be greater dangers.
He glanced warily at the Wraith still waving at him, an uneasy feeling creeping into his heart. It seemed that Wraith retained some semblance of intelligence and didn't want him to enter. But Wraiths had long lost their consciousness; they were driven only by obsession—how could it send him such a signal?
Thinking this way, Chen Li shook his head. He must be overthinking it.
With that thought in mind, he no longer hesitated and strode toward the fissure.
Let’s go! No matter how afraid he was, he could not retreat. His mother was inside; perhaps his grandparents were also within.
Regardless of the dangers ahead, even if it meant stepping into a dragon's lair or a tiger's den, he had to go in.
Others followed suit, stepping into the rift together.
Chen Li felt as if he had passed through a thin membrane, and the scenery around him changed abruptly. The Blood Mist thickened, making it nearly impossible to see one's hand in front of their face, while a chilling wind howled like the Wailing of Ghosts and Howling of Wolves.
How could there be so many Wraiths?
The moment they entered, a Cultivator was startled. It was such a sudden turn of events; if he hadn't reacted quickly to disperse the surrounding Wraiths, he might have already been possessed.
A flash of golden light surrounded Chen Li as he unleashed a powerful punch. The domineering force of his fist, infused with golden spiritual energy, instantly shattered the encroaching Wraiths into dust. At the same time, a faint golden Mystic Barrier enveloped him, as solid and unyielding as a wall of iron.
Something strange is happening!
Chen Li's tone turned serious as he muttered under his breath. They had just arrived and were already encountering such oddities; it felt off. His unease grew once more.
The others felt a chill run down their spines, sensing the danger and not daring to slacken their guard. Each person summoned their own defensive measures. Colorful barriers flickered in the Blood Mist like stars dimming in the night sky, protecting everyone within.
Shen Qingyue's small face tightened, her brows furrowing slightly as she gazed at the bizarre scene before her, an unsettling feeling rising within her.
This place is truly strange; despite so many having passed through, why is there still such a strong smell of blood? she murmured softly.
They had only just entered the Ancient Battlefield, yet the thick stench of blood hit them like a tangible force, almost suffocating. Even more terrifying were the countless Wraiths that greedily eyed them like starving wolves, as if they would tear them apart in the next moment.
Chen Li's expression froze as if he had grasped something significant. The sheer number of Wraiths was overwhelming, sending chills down his spine.
One Lone Cultivator couldn't help but shiver, his face turning pale. Although he had faced many dangerous situations before, he had never seen such a massive number of Wraiths; even he, who prided himself on his bravery, felt a surge of fear at this moment.
Another Lone Cultivator forced himself to appear calm and tried to lighten the mood with a forced laugh: "Maybe these Wraiths are just weaklings; all show and no substance! What do we have to be afraid of?"
However, his trembling voice betrayed the fear lurking within him.
Chen Li nodded, his voice low and serious. "There is indeed something strange about this. These Wraiths do not seem ancient."
Before he could finish his sentence, a surge of black energy, powerful enough to rival a thousand forces, shot toward him like an arrow released from a bow!
The surrounding Wraiths seemed to sense this terrifying power, their faces contorting in fear as they scattered in all directions.
The void was marked by this strike, leaving a grayish-black trace as the space around it twisted slightly, as if it were about to be torn apart.
Chen Li's pupils constricted, alarm bells ringing in his mind.
He could feel that this attack was aimed at his life!
In a moment of desperation, Chen Li roared, his spiritual energy surging wildly. The golden Mystic Barrier blazed with light, shining like a small sun.
Boom!
A deafening crash echoed as the black energy collided violently with the Mystic Barrier, unleashing a wave of terrifying energy.
Chen Li felt an overwhelming force hit him, sending his body flying like a kite with its string cut. He crashed heavily to the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood.
"Brother!" Shen Qingyue exclaimed in shock, rushing to Chen Li's side. "Are you okay?"
Chen Li struggled to sit up, his face pale and blood still staining the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head and forced a bitter smile. "I'm fine; I won't die."
Yet inside, he was filled with shock.
His Mystic Shield had always been reliable; in the past, whether facing powerful Mystic Boundary foes or Innate Realm Cultivators, he had managed to handle them easily.
But this time, it had failed.
What on earth had attacked him secretly?
Just then, a chilling laugh echoed from within the Blood Mist, reminiscent of an owl's hoot and sending shivers down one's spine.
"Hehe, I didn't expect someone could withstand my strike. How interesting! Truly interesting!"
Everyone turned toward the sound and saw the Blood Mist roiling as a figure clad in black robes slowly emerged, its face twisted in a grotesque manner.
It radiated an intense aura of death, resembling a malevolent spirit from hell that sent chills through those who beheld it.
Clearly, this was the one who had just ambushed him.
"Who are you?" Chen Li suppressed the turmoil within him and staggered to his feet, warily staring at the figure in black.
The figure grinned ominously, its voice raspy and grating. "Who am I? Hehe, it's no harm telling you. I am the Blood Abyss Demon King of the Blood Fiend Sect!"
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