The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1244: Chapter 1245: Blood Prison Battlefield

In the next moment, Ye Mo, Xiao Yue, and Li Han Guang appeared at the entrance of the Blood Prison Battlefield, and in front of them lay a hundred-zhang abyss, opposite to which was the Blood Prison Battlefield.

On the battlefield, shrouded by a gray mist, and with a hundred-zhang abyss span, Ye Mo was unable to clearly see the situation of the Snow Eagle Battlefield.

"According to the map, this hundred-zhang wide abyss exerts a terrifying gravitational pressure, and without the strength of the Wheel of Reincarnation Realm, one simply cannot fly over it. Instead, they will be oppressed by the gravity and fall into this endless abyss."

Xiao Yue, holding the map, spoke calmly, indicating that this abyss prevented those strong figures of the Cosmos Realm from entering the Blood Prison Battlefield.

"Let’s go across!"

Ye Mo declared and immediately flew over the abyss, instantly feeling a very strong pressure acting on his body, but this pressure had no impact on him.

The three of them leaped over the precipice and entered the Blood Prison Battlefield.

The three barely had time to observe the environment when a middle-aged man walked up, seeing their youth, he coldly said, "You three new soldiers, since you’re here on the battlefield, go report to the military camp. This is the map of the Blood Prison Battlefield."

The middle-aged man handed the battlefield map to Ye Mo.

Ye Mo opened the map and found it very simple; the Blood Prison Battlefield is divided into Spirit Martial Camp and Wraith Camp, separated by a giant abyss, with level ground on both sides and occasionally visible giant peaks.

On either side, there are military camps.

"We are not soldiers. This is the Snow Eagle Token."

Ye Mo revealed the token in his hand, speaking calmly.

"Snow Eagle Token? Are you the young commander?"

The middle-aged man asked in astonishment.

"Young commander?"

Ye Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"Currently, the chief commander of our Spirit Martial Camp is Master Li Murong. You aren’t Master Li Han Guang?"

The middle-aged man asked curiously.

Li Murong is a renowned Demi-Honored fighter in the Spirit Martial Camp, serving as the chief commander this time, overseeing the camp, and Li Han Guang, his son, is the Lord Snow Eagle, renowned in his own right.

"I am the new Lord Snow Eagle, less talking, quickly guide me to the camp!"

Ye Mo didn’t want to explain further, releasing his aura, causing the man to step back several paces.

"Yes, yes!"

Seeing Ye Mo’s formidable presence, the middle-aged man dared not speak more, leading Ye Mo to the camp, where numerous tents of varying sizes were visible, and Ye Mo immediately sensed a strong killing aura fiercely approaching.

This aura was not something strong figures from Lingwu Continent could emit.

The strong figures here have been fighting the Wraith Camp for many years, with an air of battle within their breaths.

However, the camp didn’t have many patrols.

Despite it being a camp, it was quite different from a typical military camp, with patrols there to guard against enemy attacks, to protect the assets. If Wraith Camp’s fighters came, they would be instantly discovered by experts and attacked en masse.

Daring to charge directly into the camp to kill, hasn’t occurred in tens of thousands of years; even the enemy chief commander, a Demi-Honored fighter, wouldn’t dare such a feat.

A Demi-Honored fighter can be said to have completely fused the soul origin from seven summons, forming into a soul body. Being nearly invincible below the Divine Venerate Realm, armed with Immortal Artifact weapons and armor, no one can defeat them.

However, if a Demi-Honored fighter charged into the enemy camp, the enemy camp also possesses Demi-Honored fighters, possibly more than one, plus surrounded by Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations experts, the outcome wouldn’t be good, with a moment of carelessness leading to death.

"Ye Mo, it seems my father is stationed at the camp this time."

Li Han Guang was also surprised by his father’s presence, given his strength and position, involvement he hadn’t anticipated.

"Oh? I took over your Lord Snow Eagle position; will your father target me?"

Ye Mo couldn’t help but ask.

"Rest assured, with me here, even if my father has a temper, he won’t deliberately target you. Let’s head to the main tent."

Li Han Guang said, taking Ye Mo and Xiao Yue, walking towards the largest tent.

The tent where Li Murong was stationed was the main tent, occupying the heart of the entire camp, surrounded by hundreds of other camps.

Several patrolling experts noticed them approaching, initially showing caution but then relaxing upon recognizing Li Han Guang. With him leading, they reached the camp without hindrance.

"It’s my first time at the Blood Prison Battlefield as well; this tent should be the chief commander’s tent."

Li Han Guang said, leading Ye Mo and Xiao Yue, nearing the tent.

"So it’s Lord Snow Eagle, couldn’t have guessed you’d come to the Blood Prison Battlefield. Master surely will be astonished."

The expert guarding near the tent, seeing Li Han Guang leading them over, smiled promptly.

Li Han Guang nodded, leading Ye Mo and Xiao Yue directly into the tent.

"Han Guang finally comes to the battlefield? Let him come in!"

Suddenly, a calm voice was heard.

The three then walked directly into the camp, immediately seeing a middle-aged man in a white robe, seated inside.

On either side stood many experts, all of lord-level prowess, with imposing presence yet diminished compared to the middle-aged man in white robe, utterly suppressed.

"How powerful! That should be Li Han Guang’s father, Demi-Honored fighter Li Murong."

With just a glance, Ye Mo sensed the elder, undoubtedly a Demi-Honored fighter.

In the Vanquishing Martial Realm, restrained by the power of laws, unable to advance to Divine Venerate, thus Demi-Honored fighters are nearly invincible here.

Li Murong looked at his son with a smile, saying, "Han Guang, you’ve finally realized, coming to the Blood Prison Battlefield. This will be our last battle. If you can overcome your psychological barriers, your strength will surely surge."

"Yes!"

Li Han Guang nodded.

"Very good, not disappointing as my son, young and already opened the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway, becoming Lord Snow Eagle, you have met my expectations."

Li Murong’s gaze was bright, knowing his son’s only shortcoming was his timidity, like a greenhouse flower, needing assured victory before fighting.

In such a Blood Prison Battlefield, once crossing the Abyssal Boundary, facing the Wraith Camp experts, particularly those skilled in Seven Lost Soul Formations, a careless move could lead to death, something he dared not imagine.

"Master Li Murong, with such courage, Li Han Guang is bound to be an expert in the future."

"Indeed, it’s said Li Han Guang also communicated with the cold source of the Immortal Realm Dimension, forming the Immortal Domain, easily challenging across levels."

Several lord-level experts around flattered.

Li Murong, ranking top five in Spirit Martial Camp, commanded strength these lords, strong yet not reaching Demi-Honored, naturally sought to curry favor with Li Murong.

"By the way, who are the two behind you?"

Li Murong turned his gaze, asking curiously.

One possessing Third Transformation of Wheel of Reincarnation, the other Eighth Transformation, in his impression, Li Han Guang wouldn’t associate with such individuals.

"This one is Ye Mo, currently the Snow Eagle Lord is him!"

Li Han Guang smiled bitterly, saying, "I was defeated by him!"