The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood Chapter 1244 - 1245: Blood Prison Battlefield

Seconds later, Ye Mo, Xiao Yue, and Li Han Guang arrived at the boundary of the Blood Prison Battlefield. Before them stretched a vast, hundred-zhang abyss, marking the threshold of the forbidden territory.

A thick, gray fog obscured the battlefield, and given the massive width of the chasm, Ye Mo found it impossible to discern the conditions on the Snow Eagle Battlefield side.

"According to the records, this hundred-zhang wide abyss generates a crushing gravitational field. Unless one possesses power equivalent to the Wheel of Reincarnation Realm, crossing it is impossible; the gravity will simply overwhelm an intruder and drag them into the void below," Xiao Yue explained, keeping her voice steady as she consulted the map. She emphasized that this natural barrier effectively kept the powerful figures of the Cosmos Realm from interfering in the Blood Prison Battlefield.

"Let us cross," Ye Mo stated, immediately launching himself into the air. As he traversed the gap, he felt an intense pressure surge against his form, though it ultimately failed to hinder him in the slightest.

After jumping over the precipice, the trio officially stepped onto the Blood Prison Battlefield.

They had barely begun to survey their surroundings when a middle-aged man approached. Noting their youth, he declared coldly, "You three fresh recruits are here at last. Report to the military camp immediately. Take this, it is the map of the Blood Prison Battlefield." He thrust the document toward Ye Mo.

After unfolding the map, Ye Mo observed its layout: it was basic, detailing how the Spirit Martial Camp and the Wraith Camp stood as primary factions, divided by the immense abyss, with level terrain and scattered, towering mountain peaks flanking them on both sides.

Military encampments were positioned on either side of the divide.

"We aren't mere soldiers. Observe the Snow Eagle Token," Ye Mo said, calm and composed as he displayed the item.

The middle-aged man froze, his eyes widening in shock. "The Snow Eagle Token? Are you the... the Young Commander?"

"Young commander?" Ye Mo echoed, caught off guard.

The man squinted, curiosity mixing with his shock. "The current chief commander of our Spirit Martial Camp is Master Li Murong. Are you not Master Li Han Guang?" Li Murong was an illustrious Demi-Honored fighter currently spearheading their camp, and his son, Li Han Guang, was the legendary Lord Snow Eagle.

"I am the new Lord Snow Eagle. Enough talk—escort me to the main camp immediately!" Dismissing further discussion, Ye Mo unleashed a burst of his cultivation aura, forcing the man to recoil several paces.

"Y-yes, right away!" Intimidated by Ye Mo's overwhelming presence, the man stopped questioning and led him toward the camp, where hundreds of tents stood. A palpable, fierce killing intent hung in the air.

This atmosphere was leagues apart from anything found within the Lingwu Continent. The warriors here had spent countless years locked in combat with the Wraith Camp, their very breath infused with the spirit of war.

Interestingly, there were few guards on patrol. While it was a military camp, it was structured atypically; the presence of high-level experts scattered throughout meant any infiltration by Wraith Camp forces would be detected and repelled instantly. The idea of anyone successfully raiding the base had been unthinkable for tens of thousands of years, as even an enemy Demi-Honored leader would not dare such a suicidal maneuver.

A Demi-Honored fighter, who has successfully merged seven soul origins into a single soul body, is nearly untouchable below the Divine Venerate Realm. Equipped with Immortal Artifacts, they stand as paragons of strength. Yet, invading an enemy camp is foolish when multiple rival Demi-Honored fighters and a multitude of Wheel of Reincarnation Nine Transformations experts surely lie in wait.

"Ye Mo, it appears my father is overseeing the base this time," Li Han Guang remarked, clearly taken aback by his father's active involvement given his status and strength.

"Is that so? Since I have claimed your position as Lord Snow Eagle, will your father take issue with me?" Ye Mo questioned.

"Fear not. With me beside you, even if my father is prone to irritability, he will not treat you with prejudice. Let us head for the command tent," Li Han Guang suggested, guiding them toward the largest structure at the center.

The main tent, where Li Murong resided, sat in the center of the camp, shielded by hundreds of smaller encampments. Several patrol scouts marked their approach, but once they recognized Li Han Guang, they retreated, allowing safe passage.

"This is my first time visiting the Blood Prison Battlefield as well; the primary tent must belong to the commander," Li Han Guang noted as they neared the entrance.

A guard standing nearby caught sight of Li Han Guang and beamed. "Lord Snow Eagle! We never expected you to arrive at the Blood Prison Battlefield. The Master will be quite surprised." Li Han Guang offered a polite nod, ushering Ye Mo and Xiao Yue inside.

"Han Guang has finally come to the front lines? Let him enter!" A calm voice resonated from within.

The trio stepped inside to find a man dressed in white robes seated at the helm. Flanking him were several lord-level experts, their auras imposing, yet they were visibly cowed in the presence of the white-robed man.

‘Incredible power,’ Ye Mo thought, recognizing the man immediately as the Demi-Honored Li Murong. In the Vanquishing Martial Realm, where laws restricted growth beyond a certain point, these Demi-Honored fighters were essentially kings.

Li Murong watched his son approach with a content smile. "Han Guang, you finally realized that you needed to be here. This conflict will surely be our final stand. Overcome your inner hesitation, and your strength will ascend to new heights."

"Understood!" Li Han Guang replied firmly.

"Excellent. You haven't disappointed me. You are already a Lord Snow Eagle and have opened the Second Temporal-Spatial Gateway at your age—you have met my expectations," Li Murong stated, though his eyes betrayed his knowledge of his son’s one flaw: a sheltered, timid nature that required the promise of victory before committing to a fight. In a place as brutal as this, a single lapse in judgment against the Wraith Camp’s Seven Lost Soul Formations could be fatal.

"Master Li Murong, such resolve means Li Han Guang is destined for greatness," one of the nearby lords remarked, while another added, "Truly, it is said that Li Han Guang has even grasped the cold source of the Immortal Realm Dimension, allowing him to dominate across cultivation levels."

Li Murong turned his attention toward the newcomers, his brow furrowing. "And who are these two you have brought with you?" He sensed one at the Third Transformation and the other at the Eighth Transformation—scarcely the company one of his son’s pedigree would keep.

Li Han Guang offered a self-deprecating smile. "This is Ye Mo. He is the one who holds the title of Lord Snow Eagle now. To be honest... I was defeated by him."