Chapter 1525: Shura Martial Path

The ancient battlefield was far crueler than the world outside. Out there, even those who practiced Martial Cultivation still kept a shred of courtesy. In this place, however, an aberrant lifeform only had two choices: live, or die. The Blood Tree watched as the black mist was suppressed and nearly destroyed by the soundwaves. It had intervened only because it had known the black mist for many years. For the sake of that old acquaintance, it had pulled it back from the brink. As for the rest, that...