"The Venerable Lords are here!"
"Hahaha, this brat is dead for sure!"
"Venerable Lords, hurry and attack!"
When the surviving martial artists saw the Venerable Lords outside the Martial Arts Arena, their faces lit up with wild joy. They hurriedly begged them to attack from outside and break the formation.
The Venerable Lords wore grim expressions. The moment they appeared, they decisively launched attacks against the grand formation.
These people were all geniuses from the sacred lands of various races. If they all perished here, the Bloodkill Plains would face a massive headache as well.
After all, every sacred land had Emperor-level experts, and some even had four or five such beings.
Yet within the Bloodkill Plains, there was only one Emperor-level expert.
He was the master of the Bloodkill Plains, the Hall Master of the Blood Fiend Divine Hall, the self-proclaimed Divine Demon Venerable Lord—Rakshasa!
He was also the only Twelve-Winged Heavenly Demon among the Twelve Heavens-Reaching Pagodas.
Although the Bloodkill Plains had unique laws that made ordinary Emperor-level and King-level experts wary of entering, it was not absolutely safe.
That was why the Bloodkill Plains allowed the major sacred lands to send their geniuses into the Skytower for training, where they could enjoy its resources and cultivation grounds.
If everyone in the Martial Arts Arena died, and the major sacred lands joined forces to pressure them, they would likely have to pay an enormous price to quell their fury.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The seven Venerable Lords attacked together, their power far exceeding that of the dozens before them. The barrier formed by the formation shook violently, cracks spreading across it before rapidly healing.
"They're here." Seeing the seven Venerable Lords appear, Gu Yi smiled faintly. With a wave of his hand, he put away the formation disc controlling