"Brother Ye Chen..."
Xiao Bai shrank behind Ye Chen, looking at the ground full of corpses, feeling a bit scared.
"It's okay."
Ye Chen gently held her hand and looked around. A dark, gray haze enveloped the battlefield's depths, concealing unknown dangers.
"What insignificant ants dare disturb my peace!"
Suddenly, a thunderous voice echoed.
In the distance, atop a mountain, endless black demonic energy billowed and swirled, forming a grotesque human face that soared into the sky, its eyes, ears, mouth, and nose suspended on the horizon, exuding an air of menace.
Endless spiritual pressure emanated from that sinister face.
Along with waves of fierce battle energy, continuously surging, causing shock.
"Ancient Battle Soul!"
Ye Chen glanced at it, his gaze tightening instantly.
The grotesque human face was actually an Ancient Battle Soul.
