The floor of the arena had already been covered in brown-red blood... This was pus-blood formed after the Asura demons died.
"Let me kill you. Once I become the victor, I'll definitely revive you at the end. Believe me!"
No one knew when it had started, but a voice like this suddenly rang out in the arena.
--Let me kill you. Believe me, I love you. I'm your good brother... Aren't we the best of partners?
--Please, do it for me...
However, there was never a definitive answer as to whether the arena's mechanism could still be used to revive the dead after someone became the victor.
That was because the Long-Browed Elder, who served as the judge of this challenge, simply would not answer the challengers' questions.
White-Brow only occasionally took action, erasing challengers who had inadvertently violated certain hidden rules of the arena--and most of those who broke the rules had actually done so by cursing him.
Regardless of whether they could revive the dead after becoming victors, nothing could stop the challengers from increasing their designated number of revivals through slaughter.
For others, for themselves, for victory... Any uncertain reason was enough.
Life and death.
Victory and awakening.
In the chaos of battle, no one was spared.
"What exactly is the origin of this arena? And what kind of beings are those spectators in the stands..."
In a corner of the arena, a pair of sinister eyes kept sizing up the figures in the stands--and it had focused nearly all its attention on them.
As for the arena... it did not take anyone inside it seriously at all.
"Could it be that so many powerful beings all came from beyond the world?"
Time Realm Lord silently made a decision. He suddenly flew up, stopping just before