Boundary Battlefield.

At the bottom of an extremely secluded broken cliff.

Two long rainbows instantly flew over and landed beside a huge protruding rock at the bottom of the ground.

They were two old men with indifferent expressions.

They put away their Magical Artifacts, looked behind the huge rock, couldn't help but exchange glances, and then both nodded.

"Brother Qitong, you should call Fellow Daoist Wu Chan. Last time, I had a small disagreement with him over a minor matter, and he's probably still upset with me."

One of the slightly plump, red-faced old men, with thin black mist swirling around his body, said faintly with a fake smile.

The other lean, tall old man nodded and was about to speak when a cold, effeminate voice suddenly came from behind the huge rock:

"Qitong, Ran Ming, what, have you two perhaps found an Opportunity to Breakthrough? To actually have the leisure to find my temporary Immortal Cave?"

Hearing this, Ran Ming, the slightly plump, red-faced old man who had just spoken, snorted lightly but said nothing, only giving a look to the lean old man Qitong beside him.

Qitong coughed dryly and immediately told Wu Chan the conditions offered by the six leaders of the Mist Hidden Realm.

After he finished speaking, no one spoke again.

Wu Chan seemed to be deep in careful consideration.

After a while, Ran Ming already showed a hint of impatience.

He snorted again and was about to ask when Wu Chan's effeminate and cold voice suddenly came from behind the huge rock: "You two leave, I, Wu Chan, will not participate."

"Fellow Daoist Wu Chan, you... this is a rare and excellent Opportunity to Breakthrough Foundation Establishment and condense a Golden Core. You're giving up so easily?"

The lean, tall old man Qitong seemed a bit confused.

"Hurry and leave, don't say more. Since I've decided, I can't participate."

Wu Chan coldly continued to issue the order to leave.

The slightly plump, red-faced old man Ran Ming immediately said angrily: "Brother Qitong, let's go. I don't believe that without him, so many of us can't take down that black-robed person."

The lean old man Qitong could only shake his head helplessly and, pulled by the furious red-faced old man Ran Ming, left the bottom of the broken cliff.

After the two left.

Wu Chan, who was sitting cross-legged in a stone cave, looked at the wound on his severed arm, which had been cut off by Yang Che, with a sinister look in his eyes, feeling both angry and a little bitter.

If it were normal, he definitely wouldn't miss such a great Opportunity if these two invited him.

However, after losing an arm, his mindset had subtly changed, becoming more cautious and timid in everything.

Moreover, he had already put killing Yang Che in the first place.

...

Boundary Battlefield, Yang Che, dressed in a black robe with only his eyes exposed, and having cast 'Zero Illusion Art', was chasing several Star Pattern Beasts that were desperately fleeing.

In this Boundary Battlefield, when he appeared in a black robe, he would only deliberately use dark-attributed Cultivation Technique and Spells, as well as the Ancient Blood Corpse 'MIE', and even Winged Fire Dragonflies.

Of course, there were no restrictions on the use of Extreme Power.

Given his current cultivation, if he didn't encounter a Five-Pattern Star Beast, all other Star Pattern Beasts in this Boundary Battlefield would only be crushed and slaughtered when they encountered him.

Soon, a large group of Star Pattern Beasts appeared before him.

Seeing this, the few lone Star Pattern Beasts ran even more desperately into the Star Beast group.

Yang Che's expression was as indifferent as ever, showing no surprise when facing the surging Star Beast group.

With a thought.

Thousands of Winged Fire Dragonflies immediately poured out from the Void Illusion Magic Stone Space.

Accompanied by the overwhelming buzzing sound, the Winged Fire Dragonflies directly swarmed the Star Beast group.

Eerie 'rustling' gnawing sounds rang out densely.

Soon, the Star Beast group in front of him strangely disappeared, not even a trace of bone fragments remaining.

Yang Che waved his hand, and all the Winged Fire Dragonflies were re-collected into his Magic Stone Space.

The further advanced Winged Fire Dragonflies undoubtedly became even more terrifying.

Yang Che frantically hunted Star Pattern Beasts, obtaining more and more incredibly hard 'Scale Crystal' Materials.

Soon, there were still five days until the one-year period for the Boundary Battlefield arrived.

On this day, Yang Che was continuing to hunt Star Pattern Beasts when he suddenly sensed eight powerful Auras rapidly approaching him.

All eight were Foundation Establishment Stage Late Phase Cultivators, and six of them had the Aura of Foundation Establishment Late Stage peak.

Yang Che's expression turned serious, and countless thoughts quickly flashed through his mind.

Activating the 'Rapid' Divine Ability of his Flash Cloud Boots, Yang Che ran at an astonishing speed towards a barren stone mountain in this Boundary Battlefield.

After entering the stone mountain, he ran while quietly taking out Flying Fire Needles and inserting them into hidden spots in the mountain rock and ground.

Before long, Yang Che had inserted all three hundred and sixty Flying Fire Needles into the mud and rock underground in a peculiar arrangement.

"Not good. He's trying to escape."

From afar, an old man among the approaching figures shouted loudly, and then a black mist transformed into a ghostly shadow instantly shot towards Yang Che.

Yang Che feigned weakness, deliberately allowing the ghostly black mist to hit him, then 'stumbled' and ran behind a large rock.

"Be careful of a trick. This person is very cunning; he still has a very strange Ancient Blood Corpse."

Xu Haijing, who had been following at the very end of the crowd and appeared very cautious, immediately spoke up to remind them.

"Hmph. I'd like to see if this Cultivator from the Seven Alliance Realm truly has three heads and six arms."

The first to arrive in pursuit was none other than the slightly plump, red-faced Demonic Path old man, Ran Ming.

This old man was a Foundation Establishment Late Stage peak Cultivator, with black Qi swirling around his body, and an astonishing Aura.

"Go."

Ran Ming shouted loudly, and several ghostly soldiers formed from black mist, holding paint black long spears, directly stabbed fiercely towards the large rock where Yang Che was located.

With a loud bang, the large rock shattered.

Yang Che easily evaded with Wind Severing Shadow.

He glanced around and found that only Xu Haijing had not yet entered the range he had encircled with the Flying Fire Needles.

After a brief thought, Yang Che once again darted among the giant rocks, seemingly wanting to escape from here.

"Fellow Daoist Xu, Daoist Hai, what are you two dawdling for? If you don't act now, this person will escape."

Ran Ming, upon discovering that Yang Che's speed was somewhat peculiar, immediately shouted angrily at the several people behind him.

Xu Haijing, who had been hoping to capture the black-robed man without having to lift a finger, cursed inwardly when he saw the Demonic Cultivator get angry, and then sped up.

Yang Che looked back and saw that Xu Haijing had finally entered the range encircled by the Flying Fire Needles, so he immediately burst into several hearty laughs and abruptly stopped his movement.

"Rise."

Yang Che shouted loudly.

Suddenly, black light flashed rapidly all around, and countless black light pillars shot up into the sky, forming a giant ink-like light barrier in almost the blink of an eye, enveloping everyone inside.

The expressions of the Cultivators changed.

Not far from Xu Haijing, a middle-aged male and female Cultivator, who had been sticking close together as if they were Dao Companions, immediately took out their Magical Artifacts and tried to break through the light barrier.

However, after trying, their expressions changed again, and they looked at the others with some horror.

Just then, a tragic cry of 'Ah' was heard.

The slightly plump, red-faced Demonic Path old man Ran Ming had somehow been pierced through the center of his brows by Yang Che.

A chilling coldness instantly surged into the hearts of the Cultivators.

"Everyone, stop holding back! Quickly take out your most treasured items and attack together!"

The other Demonic Path Cultivator, the lean, tall old man Qitong, shouted loudly, feeling a chill of 'sympathy for a fallen comrade' as he did so.