With the current state of his physical body, he naturally wouldn't get cut by these wild grasses. However, if a normal mortal were to come, taking just a few steps here would result in severe lacerations. Even for cultivators, he felt that those below the Inner Core Stage couldn't withstand it.
He had to channel his immortal power to condense around his clothes to prevent them from being torn by the wild grasses.
Before entering the Killing Battlefield, he had already prepared for a relentless fight here. But after entering, five consecutive days passed, and he hadn't seen a single alien race or any of those monsters.
Moreover, not only the grasses by the shore were so lush and tall, but the grasses elsewhere were equally high.
During these five days, he was mostly threading through the grass.
Suddenly, a blast of frosty wind blew by, causing the surrounding wild grasses to sway, and ahead of him, a series of terrifying explosions rang out.
There's a battle!
