Arriving at the battlefield is a completely different experience from watching a war through a projection screen.
Wang Jixuan had just rushed out of the teleportation vortex, and a wave of scorching heat greeted him.
The aftermath of the earlier explosion and the boiling spiritual energy from the Immortals' fighting scorched his skin.
Immortal power enveloped his entire body, and the burning sensation vanished without a trace.
The Purple Feather Sword in Wang Jixuan's hand was flickering with light.
It was longing, and it was jubilant.
This place was full of slaughter, death seen everywhere—this was the home ground for the Purple Feather Sword.
"Mu Dan, let them see me!"
"Yes, boss... the enemy army has already spotted you."
As soon as the voice from the earpiece finished, hundreds of streaks of light suddenly brightened the sky.
