The bronze steps were wide and thick, exuding an aura of age, mottled with the marks of endless years of corrosion.
Li Xiaobai followed Lord Xue inside, and only upon getting closer could he see clearly. The bronze steps bore many remnants of bloodstains, large patches of dried red blood now congealed into brown mottled patches, easily mistaken for rust if not looked at carefully!
"Every ancient battlefield has its own rules, and the battlefield itself grows. This means that the opening of a battlefield always leads to the birth of new rules. Before truly setting foot there, no one knows what the rules of the forty-ninth battlefield will be."
"Be careful when you enter!"
The cold woman said indifferently.
This was meant for the new disciples who just joined the sect and had never entered the ancient battlefield, hence being unaware of the rules within.
"What rules have the seniors encountered?"
Li Xiaobai asked.