In the north of the Otherworldly Demon Region, a black mountain range stretched across the land. Behind the mountains lay an unimaginably vast crimson basin, its ground a dark red, as if flames were burning across it.
At this moment, the basin was already packed with people. Most of the sect teams participating in the tournament had gathered here, and besides them, there were also quite a number of treasure hunters waiting for the Heavenly Flame Ancient Treasury to open.
"So many people!"
Qing Tan sighed in amazement and impatiently swept her gaze over the crowd below, as if searching for something. A moment later, her eyes lit up. At the front of the Dao Sect team, she spotted Lin Dong.
"Sister Mu, I'm going to see Brother Lin Dong. I'll come find you later!"
As her voice fell, Qing Tan transformed into a streak of black light and flashed downward. Seeing this, Chen Kui smiled helplessly, cupped his hands toward Mu Zi, then also unfolded his movement technique and followed after Qing Tan.
"Brother Lin Dong!"
The young girl's cry drew quite a few gazes. When they recognized the person wearing the Ghost Mask, their expressions immediately changed.
After Qing Tan and Chen Kui left, Mu Zi looked around and saw the Qianhai Sect team at a relatively forward position in the basin.
What surprised her somewhat was that the atmosphere around Qianhai Sect seemed rather strange at the moment. As the disciples spoke among themselves, they would occasionally look to one side, their eyes flickering with an unreadable meaning.
Mu Zi followed their gazes and saw several hundred figures not far away. They were impressively the Yuan Sect team.
Mu Zi noticed that many of the Yuan Sect disciples were injured. Clearly, they had gone through an intense