"It can't be, again?"
Yan Zhaoge rolled his eyes. The situation before him was extremely similar to when he had arrived in the Vast Ocean World for the second time.
Beside him, Ah Hu and Feng Yunsheng could not help but glance at Yan Zhaoge.
"Young Master, why is it that wherever we go, there is a battle?" Ah Hu grinned, asking.
Yan Zhaoge answered exasperatedly, "How would I know?"
What was slightly better than last time was that they had not landed directly in the centre of the battlefield this time, simultaneously facing the attacks of both sides.
Still, the great battle before them was even more intense than the conflict between the Spirit Returning Sect and Green Snake Island earlier.
The two sides were already completely enraged as blood flowed like rivers. Gazing over, Yan Zhaoge and the others could see corpses littering the ground.
Fresh blood had already accumulated on the ground, already close to drying up as it resembled a black swamp.
Within the sky, Martial Grandmasters were currently in an intense battle, winds surging and clouds surging as the heavens collapsed and the earth split apart.
On the ground, there were martial practitioners with lower cultivation bases who were also locked in an intense battle, the scene even more tragic.
Radiance flickered over the distant horizon, a vigorous force that shook one's heart surging unceasingly. Yan Zhaoge raised his brows slightly, feeling that Martial Saint experts were currently clashing there.
While they were far away, Yan Zhaoge and the others could still feel the great earth beneath their feet shaking unceasingly.
Yan Zhaoge and the Northern Ocean Clone both retracted their auras as he carefully appraised the two sides currently battling.
To Yan Zhaoge, while the cultivation bases of these people could not be said to be very high, he was still able to see through many things.
After watching for a while, Feng Yunsheng and Ah Hu's expressions grew much more solemn as well.
"The World beyond Worlds is indeed extraordinary. Other than being more abundant in spiritual qi, the martial arts cultivated in by the martial practitioners here are mostly outstanding as well," Ah Hu muttered, "I wonder what the background of these people are. Ah Hu murmured, "I don't know what the background of these people are, but the martial arts they are executing, placed in the Eight Extremities World, while they are inferior to the direct lineages of Sacred Grounds, they are also definitely not something the legacies of those first and second-rate powers can compare to."
Feng Yunsheng pondered for a moment, "According to Zhaoge's words of Old Man Mo, while much of the essence of legacies from before the Great Calamity is also missing, it is preserved more completely than in the Eight Extremities World."
"There are even dao legacies like the Dim Radiant Sect that have not been severed. The level of the martial arts here is even higher than in the Eight Extremities World."
She surveyed her surroundings, "The spiritual qi here is so abundant, and there are many heavenly materials and earthly treasures as well as resources that are much more abundant than in the Eight Extremities World."
Ah Hu stared at both sides of the battle. "One side's troops are advancing and retreating in an orderly manner. It looks like they're in a military formation …"
Yan Zhaoge did not speak. He too had the same feeling.
A group of armor-clad cultivators gathered together. Although their cultivations were not outstanding, they formed a formation. Their Qi and blood surged into the sky as they attacked their enemies with the weight of Mount Tai.
Everyone's power was concentrated in one place, and the quantitative change led to a qualitative change. It was clear that they were jointly using some kind of powerful battle formation.
More than a thousand body refinement martial artists had formed a battle formation, and with their combined forces, they had completely routed the group of Evolved Masters!
On the other side, there was a Great Grandmaster martial artist. His strength swept across, and even a thousand-man battle formation could not withstand it.
However, in this military formation, there were not only body tempering martial artists, but also many Martial Dao grandmasters.
Under their guidance, the battle formation unleashed even greater power, at the same time also feeding it back to these Martial Scholars. The two sides joined forces, jointly resisting the Martial Grandmaster opponents before them.
There was not just a single such battle formation. Under the command of a leader, several battle formations joined together, their power stacking and increasing unceasingly.
While there was a limit to the power of a battle formation, the opponent was only a Spirit Vessel Martial Grandmaster. For a time, he was also pushed back unceasingly by this torrent of steel.
On the army's side, there were similarly Martial Grandmaster experts leading them. With the assistance of the battle formation, the individual martial practitioners were instantly unable to withstand it.
Yan Zhaoge looked calmly at this scene.
The higher one's cultivation base, the harder it was for those below to defeat those above to obtain victory through numbers.
This was because there were not many battle formations that could accommodate hundreds or even thousands of Martial Saint experts.
Let alone Martial Saints, even Martial Grandmasters would find it hard to join forces.
It was already a very rare situation for him to use the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation to join forces with Yan Di, Old Man Mo and the others to resist the Flame Devils.
However, the Taiyi Imperial Breaking Formation could only be formed by four people.
Still, when everyone's cultivation bases were rather low, a massive number of martial practitioners with low cultivation bases joining forces could indeed make up for the difference in their cultivation bases with numbers. This scene before him was the best example of this.
Scanning the entire battlefield, Yan Zhaoge's gaze suddenly hardened slightly, "Oh? Opening the door with good news, it was smoother than I had thought ah … "
With the situation unclear, with even the identities of the two sides still yet to be ascertained, Yan Zhaoge originally had no intention of interfering. He had only been waiting for the battle to calm down a little before casually grabbing someone to ask about it.
However, looking carefully, he suddenly discovered a black-clothed middle-aged man.
While this black-clothed middle-aged man was already a Martial Grandmaster, there was also an armoured Martial Grandmaster leading the group who seemed to be an officer staring at him.
Heavily outnumbered, this black-clothed middle-aged man instantly fell into danger. When Yan Zhaoge discovered him, he was currently being stabbed in the chest with a spear!
The reason for Yan Zhaoge's attention was that this person's attire was clearly the same as that of the Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioner Liang Zhichao who had died in the dragon tomb.
This was very likely a Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioner as well.
On the battlefield, facing the enemy's formation, the Dim Darkness Sect martial practitioners were already beginning to crumble as they fled in all directions.
Struck by a spear, the black-clothed middle-aged man collapsed to the ground. Seeing this, a youth in embroidered clothes beside him was greatly shocked as he hurriedly carried him on his back before turning and fleeing.
Seeing their opponents beginning to crumble, the armoured army dispersed as well, beginning to pursue and slay their fleeing enemies. To them, the heads of their enemies were all meritorious deeds.
The youth in embroidered clothes fled with the black-clothed middle-aged man on his back, traversing mountains and traversing ravines.
After fleeing for who knew how long, there was no one before him. Just as he was about to stop and catch his breath, a sound that resembled the roar of thunder suddenly resounded behind him.
Shocked, the youth in embroidered clothes looked back, seeing a Martial Grandmaster leading a group of armoured martial practitioners in pursuit.
Looking at the black-clothed middle-aged man behind him, a smile appeared on their faces, "Traitors of the Dim Darkness Sect are more valuable than other traitors."
The iron hooves of the enemy instantly arrived before him. The youth's face turned pale as despair appeared within his eyes, "Could it be that I am going to die here today?"
As he thought this, the world before his eyes suddenly blurred.
The world before those armoured martial practitioners similarly blurred as they discovered that a handsome youth wearing a white robe and a black bordered blue shirt had appeared within the forest, blocking before their target.
The sabres and spears in their hands descended. The other party did not move at all as he just stood quietly with his hands behind his back.
The next moment, all the armoured martial practitioners were sent flying backwards, blood spurting from their mouths as they died on the spot.
Yan Zhaoge's expression was as per usual as he swivelled his head to look at the black-clothed middle-aged man who was already heavily injured and unconscious before shifting his gaze to that youth in embroidered clothes who was still rather dazed, "You are also a descendant of the Dim Darkness Sect?"
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