The range shrouding the ancient battlefield was vast, with no edges in sight.
According to Tang Zhenyuan, the time and changes within the ancient battlefield had remained the same as they were 350,000 years ago.
"Master, should we enter?" Tang Zhenyuan inquired.
"Enter!"
"Yes!"
After some time recovering, Tang Zhenyuan's face had a touch of color,
especially as they got closer to the ancient battlefield, he became increasingly excited and thrilled.
He led the way, with a four-layer sedan chair following behind, and they soon stepped into the ancient battlefield!
At the moment of entry, everyone felt a sense of dislocation!
It was as if they had moved from one world to another.
An aura of age and weight hit them head-on, and the world before them changed drastically.
There were no sun, stars, or even white clouds and blue sky above.
Only layers of sky like a black curtain!
It was as if the original sky was covered with a black cloth.
The ground had also turned gray.
