Remains from the Ancient Battlefield

Su Tong was alone in the midst of the True Fire Battlefield.

Seeing a group of red shadows before him, Su Tong frowned slightly. "The Blood Asura Clan?"

However, after a moment, Su Tong shook his head: "It's not the Blood Asura Clan!"

Because those red shadows didn't look human in shape.

"Roar!"

Just then, the group of red shadows roared in Su Tong's direction.

Su Tong could now see clearly.

What was coming were skeletons dressed in red clothes.

Their clothes were somewhat tattered.

"Roar!"

Another low roar, sounding a bit like a human voice.

Su Tong looked at the skeletons before him.

"These must be the seniors who once guarded the Wen Tian Continent!"

This True Fire Battlefield was once the site of a great battle between humans and the Blood Asura Clan.

So the dry bones left here should belong to the seniors who fought the Blood Asura Clan long ago.

But he didn't know why

after these seniors had fallen, they didn't seem to rest in peace.

"Roar!"

The blood-colored skeletons now quickly walked toward Su Tong.

Su Tong bowed slightly to the group of blood-colored skeletons: "The Blood Asura Clan has already been driven out of the Wen Tian Continent by the seniors. Please rest in peace!"

After all, these were existences that had protected the Wen Tian Continent.

So Su Tong also gave them the respect they deserved.

"Roar!"

The blood-colored skeleton roared again.

Clearly, because their spirits had not been extinguished after death, even after falling tens of thousands of years ago, they still retained the idea of killing the Blood Asura Clan.

So even if the people here weren't the Blood Asura Clan, they wouldn't stop.

"Ten Absolute Buddha Slash!"

Just then, it seemed Su Tong could hear

the skeletons speaking.

A voice came from their mouths.

It sounded a bit like the ancient gods' language.

But what they had cast before was probably not the ancient gods' language,

just ordinary mystic arts of this world.

But now, listening to Su Tong's ears, it was the ancient gods' language.

And along with it came a golden glow.

Su Tong could see that within the golden glow, there seemed to be faintly visible golden Buddhas.

Except these Buddhas, instead of prayer beads in their hands, held knives.

"Since that's the case, then let me help the seniors find release!"

At this point, Su Tong could only say helplessly.

After all, these people were strong when alive, and had protected the Wen Tian Continent.

So Su Tong didn't originally want to kill them.

But now there was no way. Since they had become murderous skeletons,

he could only get rid of them.

"Ten Absolute Buddha Slash!"

A proper ancient gods' language came from Su Tong's mouth.

Then the golden light shone brilliantly.

A huge Buddha image stepped out from within the golden light.

In its hands it held a huge precious knife.

Appearing, it directly chopped down twice towards the front.

In an instant it turned into two golden lights, forming a "ten" shape, sweeping directly at the group of skeletons.

"Boom!"

Su Tong's Ten Absolute Buddha Slash collided with the skeletons' Ten Absolute Buddha Slash.

Suddenly there was a feeling of the earth shaking around them.

But Su Tong's Ten Absolute Buddha Slash was unstoppable, directly shattering the skeletons' Ten Absolute Buddha Slash.

Turning into dots of golden light in midair.

Then, without losing momentum, it flew directly towards the seniors' remains.

Although they had lived for the Wen Tian Continent,

now they had already harmed the innocent.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, Su Tong's Ten Absolute Buddha Slash directly turned those remains to ash.

Although their strength when alive was possibly at the Divine Soul Realm or even the Divine Spirit Realm,

now they were just a group of remains with only a trace of consciousness.

So with one move from Su Tong, he directly extinguished them.

"It would be a bit tricky if some divine sense still remained!"

Su Tong said helplessly at this time.

If some divine sense still remained within these remains, the power of the mystic arts they unleashed would be even greater.

If a Divine Soul Realm expert left behind a trace of their divine soul, their strength would probably be one tenth of their peak.

A Divine Spirit Realm expert leaving behind a trace of their divine spirit would also have one tenth of their peak strength.

But these were "consumables". The more mystic arts they used, the less soul or spirit remained.

If a trace was left, then they would be strong!

Su Tong estimated the strongest could exert eighty percent of their peak strength.

But after using one powerful mystic art, it would probably be used up.

Of course, looking at the people who had entered the True Fire Battlefield now,

there probably weren't many who could withstand the mystic arts unleashed by a Divine Spirit Realm expert at eighty percent strength.

"Lei Jing Beast!"

Su Tong called out.

The Lei Jing Beast in his arms dashed out.

Turning around, it resumed the form of the Lei Jing Beast.

Without any hesitation, Su Tong sat directly on the Lei Jing Beast.

"Let's just take a look around!"

After instructing,

the Lei Jing Beast dashed out directly.

Because Su Tong had been holding the Lei Jing Beast in his arms,

when he entered the True Fire Battlefield, it didn't separate from Su Tong either.

Then, beast and man raced across the True Fire Battlefield.

The surrounding environment also entered Su Tong's eyes.

The surroundings were full of fiery red, and it was also quite hot because of the abundant fire elemental energy.

But this didn't bother cultivators.

This entire space looked tattered everywhere.

"Can mystic arts and treasures of the divine grade really be found here?"

Su Tong was curious whether what Yan Ling said was true.

This battlefield was also very damaged due to the fighting.

Even with those red remains just now, Su Tong had checked them.

They didn't leave behind any treasures or mystic arts.

As for mystic arts, the Ten Absolute Buddha Slash was the strongest mystic art these people had mastered when alive.

And in the blink of an eye, Su Tong had also learned it directly.

So mystic arts didn't interest Su Tong much.

"Hmm? What's that up ahead?"

Just then, Su Tong saw towering buildings in the distance.

They looked a bit like castles?

"A city?"

Going closer, Su Tong could also see.

It was a city.

On the outskirts, there were very tall, huge city walls.

"This should have been built by the seniors who resisted the Blood Asura Clan, as a place to rest, right?"

Seeing this place resembling a city,

Su Tong also understood.

This was surely left behind by those powerful experts who had blocked the Blood Asura Clan.

"I wonder if there's anything good left inside!"

After hesitating for a moment, Su Tong had the Lei Jing Beast go directly towards it.

If there were powerful seniors living here,

who knows, they might have left something good behind.

Of course, it was also possible nothing was left behind at all.

And near this city, there were also quite a few people.

"Looks like a lot of people have also been teleported here!"

Seeing those people, Su Tong guessed they must have also been teleported here like him.

"That's...a demon beast?"

Just when Su Tong saw those figures, he also saw something else!

Demon beasts!

There were living demon beasts inside this ancient battlefield!

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