"Below the Golden Immortal are twelve Immortals, each commanding a group of Immortals to mobilize the Earth Immortals for battle! This aura belongs to an Immortal!"
"Heaven... a Fairy? This... how is this possible? This is merely the battlefield's outskirts!"
De Haydon shouted.
As a monster that had once escaped from the entire Immortal Battlefield and fled into the mortal world, he neither understood the war's history nor the significance of the azure garments. But he knew that these were merely at the outskirts of the battlefield.
The true battle erupted at the center of the battlefield, where only the real masters clashed!
By reason, this outskirts area should have been the resting place of fallen Immortals.
