Under the starry sky, tens of thousands of formidable enemies surrounded them.
The two stood side by side, like a solitary boat that could capsize at any moment amidst the raging waves.
Chu Zheng could not perceive the turbulent emotions of Yun Tianji behind him, for his mind was entirely focused on the chaotic battlefield before him.
He covertly scanned all directions, his gaze passing over the half-step emperors whose auras soared to the heavens, as well as the many prodigies of the ancient clans. A growingly heavy sense of foreboding quietly seeped into his thoughts.
No...
Something is amiss.
His gaze was like a sieve, filtering through tens of thousands of living creatures, yet he couldn't find a single Martial Cultivator!
Not even one!
This was extremely bizarre.
To his knowledge, the number of Martial Cultivators who had entered the Heaven Burial Palace this time was definitely in the thousands, at least six or seven thousand.
