Fang Hong did not waste any time and quickly arrived at the battlefield.
He stood in the clouds high in the sky, looking down at the intense battle below, and instantly grasped the situation of the entire battlefield.
Fang Hong did not focus his attention on the low-rank cultivators in the chaotic melee, but rather on the battle between several Nascent Soul Cultivators.
At one end of the battlefield, six old men in the Nascent Soul Realm were engaged in a fierce struggle, with spells continuously roaring, spiritual artifacts shining brightly, and attacking each other relentlessly, their aura not weak.
Fang Hong did not recognize any of these six Nascent Soul old men, but judging by their age and cultivation, he speculated that they should be the most respected Old Ancestor-rank figures from the three major sects.
Fang Hong observed from high in the sky for a moment, and a rough judgment of the battle situation formed in his mind.
