Outside the mountain gate, a group of disciples at the Bone Refinement Stage trembled under the overwhelming intent of the ancient battlefield.

Some, unable to withstand it, collapsed to the ground, wailing like defeated soldiers.

Even Xu Ziran, a formidable figure at the Bone Refinement Peak, felt a chill in his heart.

"Intent reaching the heavens! The ancient battlefield descends! This Han Yang... this Han Yang..."