The Formal Battle had arrived.
Chen Wen took a deep breath, then walked out.
"Little Wen, over here."
Just as he stepped out of his residence, a male voice rang out.
Chen Wen immediately looked over, and Ye Zuchen and the others came into view.
From the look of it, they must have been waiting for a long time.
When Chen Wen saw them, he could not help but go up to meet them.
"How did your cultivation go?"
Ye Zuchen asked.
"Pretty smoothly. What about you?"
Chen Wen asked in return.
"We were all right. It's just that there was too little time."
Ye Zuchen sighed helplessly.
That was exactly what he thought in his heart. There had been too little time; there was simply no way to improve much.
And just then, a man and a woman walked over.
These two were people from the Ascension Alliance.
"Come with me."
The man glanced at everyone, then spoke.
When everyone heard this, they did not hesitate at all and immediately followed.
Half an hour later, led by the man and woman, they stopped at a Grand Arena.
At this moment, the Grand Arena was already surrounded by people, ring after ring, extremely lively.
What was this?
Chen Wen's gaze could not help but sharpen, stopping not far away.
There sat a hundred figures cross-legged, and every single one of their auras was extraordinary.
Even seated there, they were the focus of the crowd, impossible for anyone to ignore.
Most importantly, they formed fields of their own, carrying a natural pressure toward the outside.
If he was not mistaken, these hundred should be those monsters.
They really were powerful.
Chen Wen unconsciously took a deep breath.
Among these hundred men and women, quite a few made him feel pressure, even