As Meng Tianren pointed out the word "punish" one by one, he continued to circulate his Qi, forming a righteous aura around his body to resist the Yin Qi that filled the world.
Everyone was silent. They were all geniuses with powerful legacies. The Battlefield of Geniuses only opened once every few hundred years. How could the major forces not know anything about the Battlefield of Geniuses?
In the Battlefield of Geniuses, other than the geniuses from different forces and the local aborigines, the most terrifying thing was the Battlefield of Geniuses after night.
After nightfall, the Heaven's Chosen Battlefield would be filled with Yin Qi. Yin Qi was mixed with Spiritual Qi, and these black shadows were none other than the spirits of the Heaven's Chosen who had died on the battlefield back then.
Although these dead geniuses had been dead for countless years, a trace of their spirit had been engraved in the world. Every time night fell, they would awaken as the Yin Qi filled the air.
These spirits were already extremely powerful experts when they were alive. Many of them were not inferior to them. After these people died, even if they turned into spirits, they would be very difficult to deal with.
Most importantly, a trace of their Divine Spirit was imprinted in this part of the world. Even if they were to kill someone with a single punch, they could use the Yin Qi to revive. It could be said that to a certain extent, they were immortal.
If they couldn't escape the pursuit of these heroic spirits and died here, they would end up as one of these heroic spirits, diligently hunting down the geniuses that came in from the outside world.
They did not even need to be driven. Just the strong qi and blood of these geniuses was already a feast for these spirits.
Some of the more powerful spirits devoured the essence and blood of the geniuses who came later. Their strength suddenly changed, becoming more and more powerful. They could even break free from the shackles of the night and appear in the day. This was the most terrifying thing.
Therefore, no matter how much they killed, they felt that these spirits would appear more and more. It even felt like there was no end to them. The speed at which they killed could not keep up with the speed at which these spirits appeared.
No one knew how many years the Battlefield of Geniuses had appeared. No one could count how many geniuses had died.
And these geniuses had all turned into spirits. In the night, they began to reform their figures from when they were alive and began to hunt the geniuses who came later.
"This won't do. We must find a city to settle down in as soon as possible. Otherwise, we'll all die!"
Zi Buyu let out a loud roar as his body transformed into a sea of purple lightning. Countless Heroic Spirits that got close to him were instantly killed.
However, not long after it was killed, it reformed under the nourishment of the Yin Qi.
They were practically endless, and there was no way to kill them all.
However, they were all trapped here and couldn't move an inch. Even if they worked together, they could only kill their way out of the increasing number of heroic spirits. However, their movement speed was too slow.
Even with the density of these people's magic power, they felt some signs of exhaustion. They claimed that their magic power was boundless, but in the end, it was not boundless, it was limited.
Even if he took elixirs to restore his magic power, there was no way to keep up with this shocking consumption.
None of them dared to relax in the face of the heroic spirits of these senior geniuses. All of them unleashed their trump cards.
Normally, ordinary people wouldn't even have the chance to see them. But now that they were able to see them, it was obvious that these Heaven's Favorites had been forced into a dead end.
They had to carve out a bloody path in this long night and persevere until daybreak.
"There are too many of them, we can't leave at all!"
Hu Qing Xuan said quickly. Her red sleeves had become numb from all the killing.
Suddenly, just when they were about to give up, they clearly saw a bright light shining in the distant sky.
"We're saved, let's go there quickly!"
Meng Po Tian said quickly. Several people looked over and sure enough, there was a bright light in the distance. In this pitch-black night, being able to see the light meant that someone was there.
They didn't think much and crossed the vast sky, piercing through the pursuing Heroic Spirits. Finally, after consuming almost all of their magic power, they arrived at the place where the light was.
Then, they saw something that almost made their jaws drop.
In the middle of a desert, a pile of firewood was ignited in the cold wind. When the endless cold wind blew past the pile of firewood, it actually turned into a mighty wind. Not only did it not extinguish the flames on the pile of firewood, but it also turned into a mighty wind that helped the pile of firewood burn.
Next to the pile of firewood, a man in green sat cross-legged. Surrounded by countless heroic spirits, this man in green was actually meditating and practicing.
When everyone saw this scene, they all looked as if they had seen a ghost.
Almost everyone was struggling to survive in the night under the control of these terrifying Heroic Spirits. Even these powerful geniuses who could summon the wind and summon the rain outside were in a very difficult situation under the siege of these Heroic Spirits.
Not far away from him, a black-scaled one-horned eagle about the size of a human was releasing a terrifying aura, like a monstrous sea of blood, sweeping towards a figure in front of him.
In front of him was a man about 30 years old. His clothes were very simple and exquisite, and his body had an ancient aura.
This man in his thirties held a long halberd in his hand, and every move he made contained great power. This man was different from ordinary heroic spirits.
Ordinary heroic spirits were illusory, and their aura was also very messy.
However, this heroic spirit's face was very angular, and it could be seen that it was a human face. It was what this heroic spirit looked like when he was alive.
He wore a greyish-white chainmail and had a monstrous amount of yin energy. Even if his strength was not as strong as when he was alive, it was not far off.
This heroic spirit in chainmail held a long halberd and continuously attacked the black-scaled one-horned eagle in front of him. He wanted to defeat this black-scaled one-horned eagle, and even kill the person behind it.
However, he could not do anything to this black-scaled one-horned eagle.
This black-scaled one-horned eagle was actually in the Middle Arcana Plane, and it kept blocking his attacks. All of his attacks were useless, and he could not even extinguish the fire on the pile of firewood.
His eyes flashed with greed as he looked at the black-scaled one-horned eagle and the unknown man.
His instincts had pushed him to come here. In the past, he had devoured the flesh and blood of some Heaven's Favorites, and he had regained some of his consciousness and strength.
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