With the stakes settled, the atmosphere in the Gladiatorial Arena instantly reached fever pitch.
The Ghost-Head Dragonfly Demon had just finished devouring the Two-Headed Blood Bull. Its blue-gray carapace gleamed crimson after its feast, and its four wings trembled slightly, producing a teeth-grating buzz.
As its sharp mouthparts opened and closed, saliva mixed with droplets of blood fell onto the alloy floor, sizzling on impact. Its savage aura seemed ready to burst through the energy barrier.
It stared fixedly at the Crimson Blood Divine Tiger nearby, its compound eyes filled with brutal greed. Clearly, it regarded this similarly sized fellow Demon Beast as its next meal.
The Crimson Blood Divine Tiger, by contrast, merely flicked its tail lazily after landing. Its enormous blood-colored body lowered slightly, its eyes half-lidded, without even a glimpse of its fangs.
The bloody glow around it remained restrained. It neither released its pressure nor assumed an attacking stance, as though the Ghost-Head Dragonfly Demon posturing before it were nothing more than an irritating, buzzing insect, unworthy of being taken seriously.
"Something that doesn't know when to die."
In the stands, Ao Xuan sneered inwardly at the sight, lightly tapping the armrest with his fingertips.
Although he had heard plenty about the Crimson Blood Divine Tiger's reputation, the Ao Family's Ghost Beast Dragonfly Demon had not earned its name for nothing either. To him, the Crimson Blood Divine Tiger's lazy demeanor was simply courting death.
The Ghost-Head Dragonfly Demon excelled at swift assaults. Once caught in its attacks, even a Pureblood Demon Beast of the same rank would have its blood essence drained dry. To some extent, it naturally countered flesh-oriented Demon Beasts renowned for their physiques and regeneration.
Hong Yin merely kept her eyes lowered in the stands, idly playing with the jade-green tassel hanging