A narrow line of sky was wedged between the cliffs.
The entrance to the Ancient Battlefield was right here.
As the two approached, Ji Yuan spread out his Divine Sense. But before he could finish his reconnaissance, two men flew up in front of the cliff.
One on the left and one on the right, both Foundation Establishment Cultivators.
"I wonder, fellow Daoists..."
Wang Cultivator cupped his hands in greeting, but before he could finish speaking, the two interrupted him, "The Ancient Battlefield is closed to entry and exit. If there's nothing else, leave quickly."
"No."
Wang Cultivator's face changed instantly, "Fellow Daoists, I belong to the Ancient Battlefield. How can you not let me go home?"
"Moreover, the Ancient Battlefield has always been an open place, even Corpse Transporting Mountain hasn't claimed it. Who are you? Are you stronger than Corpse Transporting Mountain in their territory?"
