Chapter 112: The True Battlefield

The little azure turtle had been swimming through the Sea of Storms for half a month before finally reaching the entrance to the Ancient Battlefield. Before the three of them appeared a cavernous opening resembling a dark tunnel.

“This is a spatial dissolving cave; once we pass through it, we will arrive at the Ancient Battlefield,” Elder Zong Changshou said as he took out a small notebook to check his records.

“We've been here for a month already,” he continued.

“In other words, within the Ancient Battlefield, we only have ten months to search for treasures.”

After making his notes, he pulled out a map and began adding details.

“Ten months should be enough,” Xu Chen nodded slightly, a faint spark of excitement gleaming in his eyes.

Aside from the Blood Sea Dimension, Xu Chen had only encountered an alien race once—and that single encounter had left a deep impression on him.

A good alien was either subjugated or dead.

The spatial dissolving cave was only about ten miles long. When the three exited it, they found themselves in a mountain cave.

“I’ll test whether we can return first,” Zong Changshou said, walking toward the cave’s inner wall.

A faint ripple appeared on the wall’s surface. Zong Changshou passed through it unhindered and then returned.

“We can go back,” he confirmed.

“Then let us formally enter the Ancient Battlefield.”

The three, along with their horse, stepped out of the cave and immediately froze in shock.

Not far off was an alien encampment.

The patrolling aliens spotted the three at once.

“Humans!”

The alien squad charged toward Xu Chen and his companions immediately.

“Safe zones one and three,” Xu Chen said, pointing in a direction—a habit formed during their time in the ancient human battlefield.

When Xu Chen fought against many enemies alone, to avoid dragging him down, Li Chengfu and Zong Changshou would move two hundred miles in the direction Xu Chen took, then turn right and advance another hundred miles. This was Safe Zone One, with markers left along the way.

Safe Zones Two and Three followed the same system.

Li Chengfu and Zong Changshou mounted their illusion-colored dragon horses and galloped fiercely toward the direction Xu Chen indicated.

Meanwhile, Xu Chen faced the rushing aliens, slowly drawing his Ink Shadow Blade from behind his back.

The blade's light flowed like a long river, engulfing the alien squad.

Soon, the entire alien camp erupted in chaos.

“It looks like the Mountain Ugly Tribe—lower-rank species under the Holy Spirit Heavenly Court,” one whispered.

“There shouldn’t be any particularly strong individuals in the camp.”

The Mountain Ugly Tribe stood about ten feet tall, with green skin and ugly faces, adept at wielding wolf-tooth clubs.

Though taller than Xu Chen, to him, these aliens were like mere ants.

Dozens of Mountain Ugly Tribe warriors burst out from the camp, howling as they swung their wolf-tooth clubs toward Xu Chen.

“If only I hadn’t let them run so fast,” Xu Chen muttered.

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