holds of various factions scattered across the Lingxi battlefield, mapping it was a daunting task. After all, every major sect in the Nine Continents had established their presence on the battlefield,...After a moment of silence, there was no response. Ying Wujī asked again. Still, there was no answer.

After several attempts, Ying Wuji even couldn't help but wonder if this sound-transmitting stone was actually useful.

As he was about to put it away, he glanced around furtively, like someone with a guilty conscience. He clutched the communication stone and whispered, "Blood dripping ancient".That day, the ninth-grade cultivator's expression turned grim, and a sense of immense crisis suddenly surged within him. In his haste, he turned his head, only to see streaks of light hurtling toward...