The portal flashed in a blinding manner. Once Feng Feiyun’s group got out, they found themselves on a vast plain filled with barracks.

Some were on the ground; others floated in the air. Who knows how many cultivators were here?

“This is the Myriad-race Battlefield, Wood Spirit Theater, 875th division. Human heroes, welcome to the border. It’s time to fight for your kind’s prosperity and survival.” A middle-aged man riding a large wind beast came out from one of the barracks, fully adorned in thick armor. His spear was a ninth-ranked spirit treasure. His aura stirred the soul; he looked as majestic as a god of war.

To his waist was a black badge with the number - 18,159. This was his...