In this kind of battle, one could choose to withdraw or fight to the death. For many demonic beasts, participating in a battle for the right to use the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire was more like an honor. Even if they died, they would never choose to give up.
The arena had been built extremely spacious, but after nearly a thousand demonic beasts entered, it seemed crowded.
As the competition began, the demonic beasts instantly erupted into chaos like a meat grinder. Some Fifth-Tier Demonic Beasts with poor defenses were torn directly into pieces.
What caught Xiao Shuang's attention was that as the demonic beasts in the arena continued to fall, the middle-aged man beside the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire seemed extremely pleased.
After the demonic beasts died, their illusory souls and crimson blood were pulled toward the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire by a mysterious force. As those souls and blood were absorbed, the red flame became noticeably more solid.
Suddenly, as if he had discovered something, Xiao Shuang frowned. It was not only demonic beasts—even humans who died here were absorbed by the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire without exception...
"Interesting. It can even absorb humans."
Of course, it was not absolute. The demonic beasts and humans who admitted defeat and left the arena were unaffected. Clearly, the Myriad Beast Spirit Fire only absorbed demonic beasts and humans who had just died.
With his hands behind his back, Xiao Shuang calmly watched the surrounding demonic beasts. Little Purple did not act rashly either and merely observed with composure.
Suddenly, a Fifth-Tier Demonic Beast launched a sneak attack on Little Purple. It was surprising; logically speaking, a Fifth-Tier Demonic Beast would never take the initiative to attack a Sixth-Tier Demonic Beast, especially when it had no hope of winning...
"Why do