This slaughter didn’t have as many cultivators as the first time, so the range of the battle was not too large - only a few hundred kilometers.

About 100,000 kilometers from the battlefield, it was still covered in fog. There was a stone lying in the mud and grass. At this moment, there was a burst of light and Wang Lin’s figure appeared.

The sky was dark, shrouded by fog. The rain from several days ago hadn’t stopped but had weakened a lot. It had fused with the fog, making it very humid.

Wang Lin picked up the Space Stone and put it inside his storage space. Wang Lin looked into the distance and there was a flash of coldness in his eyes.

“After I enter the Space Stone, it remains in the same place. This is very dangerous, and unless I have to, it’s best not to use it again.”

Wang Lin’s body flickered as ripples echoed and he disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was outside the battlefield. Here, he could feel the fluctuations of spells and smell the faint scent of death.

As long as there were...