Inside the Chaotian Hall, the top powerhouses from Myriadpath Valley sat in command, overseeing the normal operation of the Chaotian Grand Dao.
At this moment, all ten thousand participants had entered the Chaotian Grand Dao one after another, so the Myriadpath Valley powerhouses in the Chaotian Hall had already closed the gates of the Chaotian Grand Dao.
Thus, the true battle of trapped beasts had begun.
"I heard someone compiled statistics from over a million openings of the Chaotian Grand Dao throughout history. The mortality rate among wearers of golden Myriadpath Rings was only one in a hundred thousand, while the mortality rate for black Myriadpath Rings reached thirty percent, with another thirty percent left crippled! Only forty percent could leave intact, and most of them were eliminated anyway."
"With such a comparison, who would still dare say golden Myriadpath Rings are useless?"
"Hard to say. The usual explanation is that the geniuses raised by Myriadpath Valley itself far surpass those from the million realms. Such a vast disparity in strength naturally creates such a contrast in the data."
Inside the Chaotian Hall, two middle-aged men huddled together and whispered.
"Silence!"
At that moment, a majestic and imposing voice shook the entire Chaotian Hall.
"Yes..."
The two whispering middle-aged men from Myriadpath Valley hurriedly lowered their heads, cold sweat breaking out all over them.
Before them, seated upon the supreme golden throne, was a man in yellow robes standing three meters tall. His crimson-red hair exploded around his head like the mane of a red lion, more than two meters long and hanging directly over the seat.
He had a pair of tiger eyes, blazing pupils, and dark-red skin, over which firelight flowed and stars shimmered. One glance was enough to tell that he was a supreme existence.
He was