The Devouring Sheep Demon God behind Yang Feng had even effortlessly swallowed the demon god behind the Sun Bull Demon Sect Master. No one could possibly resist such a ferocious existence. If the demon god behind Yang Feng could act, the South Province powerhouses present would not need to go up and throw away their lives.
Gong Ling smiled sweetly and said meaningfully, "The Demon God Majesty behind Ye Cheng naturally will not participate in this contest."
The leaders of the other major factions all showed a trace of satisfaction in their eyes. As they looked at Yang Feng, contempt flashed through their gazes. They were all veteran Demon God Apostles, terrifyingly powerful, and simply looked down on an upstart like Yang Feng.
If they had not feared the demon god behind Yang Feng, the leaders of those major factions would never have agreed to let Yang Feng's Ye family become one of South Province's ten great transcendental factions.
Gong Ling held the Moonlight Scepter and pointed ahead.
Countless mysterious rays of moonlight emerged from the Moon God Palace, gathering in the void to form a Moonlight Arena ten kilometers in diameter.
Even if Low-level Demon God-level power were used in battle within the Moonlight Arena, it would not collapse. Such was the foundation of the Moon God Palace, one of South Province's ten great factions.
Gong Ling smiled sweetly. "I will announce the rules of the contest. The matches will be one-on-one, and life and death will be left to fate. The living may claim all the wealth of the dead. If, after fifteen minutes, no one dares step forward to challenge a person, that person will be the final victor."
The leaders of the many factions below all changed slightly. The rules of this contest were brutally cruel.