Grand Duke, the Empire Is Dead!
No matter which damned bastard came up with the arena rules, they could not change one fact—the moment Whitebrow finished announcing them, this indiscriminate massacre began at an extraordinary speed.
The first scream entered everyone's ears with unimaginable speed... It was clearly a Witch Tribe warrior, whose spear had just pierced straight through the chest of a Sea of Blood Demon Race member.
"Hmph! I don't care about your challenges or your rules... I only know that you were the one who tore my family apart... Die!!"
The demon whose chest had been pierced fell with a thud. Its heart had been punctured in that instant, and its eyes remained wide open... As though it had died with grievances, it turned into a pool of foul-smelling blood the next moment!
"Damn it... Kill... Kill all these witches!"
Among the demons, a commander-level great demon roared instantly, like a fuse being lit on a barrel of explosives... In any case, there would ultimately be only one victor. Besides, someone would be randomly erased every so often.
It seemed there was only one way to survive: do everything possible to become the only one still standing... the victor!
One person would inevitably be killed at random every five minutes.
None of the challengers present could escape. Whether they were ordinary demon commanders, human warriors, Sea of Blood Demon Kings, or human heroes, none could avoid the fate of being erased.
Becoming the final victor would depend not only on strength, but perhaps even on luck... This Ultimate Challenge was far too strange. It was so strange that even Great Immortal's fingers had nearly cramped from trying to figure it out, yet she still had no clue.
When she appeared in this arena, she had already