The time came, and the teleportation struck without warning.
A dazzling streak of white light flashed before Wang Wu's eyes, and he found himself inside a colossal arena, five hundred li across and roughly a hundred li high. Above hung a mountain-protecting grand formation that had clearly been reinforced twofold, while countless flickering lights surrounded them—spectators from all corners of the world teleporting in.
There were humans, demons, spirits, and monsters.
Some appeared in their true forms, while others had changed their faces and identities. It looked incomparably lively, yet not a single sound could be heard within the arena.
Wang Wu was currently enveloped by a beam of light, as was his opponent, so neither could see the other.
Only a dozen or so seconds had passed, yet the seats outside the arena were already packed. Nearly six hundred thousand people had poured in. Wang Wu guessed that a large portion of them were gamblers—horse-racing sort of gamblers.
He did not particularly care. He only hoped Snake Emperor and the others could find the bookmaker and bet on his victory.
Sigh, wasn't that mindset a little off?
Wang Wu sighed and looked at the beam of light opposite him with a hint of pity, using his Level 18 Spiritual Resonance Talent.
This beam of light seemed to have been formed by some sort of formation, using a certain structure to compress and irradiate spiritual energy. When there was no need to remain low-profile or concealed, it provided an eye-catching form of cover.
But under Level 18 Spiritual Essence Perception, the opponent inside that beam was like a cockroach beneath a microscope.
Well, he could not determine whether the other party was male or female, nor what they looked like, because all the information he received came in the changing