The final battle, though it has calmed, still leaves a tragic atmosphere shrouding the place; severed limbs and remains cover the ground, with the stench of blood all around, causing an unsettling nausea.
As a breeze swept through, the bloody stench was somewhat dispersed, yet it remained intense as ink.
Ancient Yi's words intensified the breeze, making Qin An's spirit tremble slightly: "Senior Gu, the place you mentioned can restore you to your full-power state?"
Ancient Yi nodded and said, "Exactly, I can only control half of the ancient battlefield relics for now, while the other half remains out of control. I really dislike that feeling."
"Firstly, I don't know if that uncontrolled state could be harnessed by someone with ulterior motives, potentially creating another Pseudo-God. Secondly, only by returning to my pinnacle state can I ensure my safety."
