The Miserable Friends
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Meng Tianran wrote out the word "kill" as he continuously circulated his internal energy, forming righteous energy around his body to resist the Yin energy in the surroundings.
Everyone fell silent. They were all geniuses with powerful inheritances. The Prodigy Battlefield only opened once every few hundred years, so how could the various large factions not know anything about it?
In this place, other than geniuses from different enemy forces and the natives, the most terrifying thing was the atmosphere at night.
When night arrives, the Prodigy Battlefield would be enveloped in Yin energy. The energy was mixed with spirit energy, and these black shadows were none other than the hero spirits of the prodigies who had died in this place.
Although they have been dead for countless years, a trace of their divine spirit had already been imprinted in this world. Every time night fell, they would wake up with the spread of Yin energy.